The Pig

A poem from the book Loose Words in Blank Frames. Visit: www.soadioh.com

Ready for action.

Police beat the brutes.

They choke cheerleaders.

Instantly emotionless.

Known to dagger.

Cruelty’s finest.

Hope is chased away as the ship sails.

Toward the last known paradise.

With the Law on their side, nothing could go wrong.

The pig.

The creature slurps the last of the first course.

A murderous voice.

“She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes.”