The Difference between Pork and Pigs

I ate some pork at supper

And from each chunk devoured

Some place else I would ponder

Why its taste often towers

Above every food other.

I recalled shoving mouths with much crop—

Crop which could have been used to save men

Then to slaughterhouses them we prod

Where on tight, harsh ropes them we’d suspend

Then cut them

Then blood-let

Then drop them

Heads first and tails last

So death was not fast;

But we laughed and slipped care from our minds,

For we are worth more than these fat swine.

I dreamt of neck-tied pigs at slumber

Manhandled our small mouths with much crop.

And if for our rights we’re a bother,

They harshly hanged us on their rooftops

Then we climbed

With two hands

Those long ropes

But failed by our mass

So death was not fast;

Yet they laughed; humaneness not on minds;

They said we’re worth less than them fat swine.

Then I woke up, saw I killed my brother.