I remember a hen wanting tobe christ
But the pig devoured it and since then
It has been cackling with astonishment
Wanting to say it's name
And to become
So I will reproduce and crawl out
In billions of gods that first tempted me
And a pig took their legs away for that
And they will be a host made of meat
And after dinner time
A rhetorical question
Will be keeping you awake
"Will the worms ever like you,
If you square with them?"
Yet a short breath held back
The word in the sad throat
But still trying looks at the soil
