PITY AND PIGS
PITY AND PIGS
To those
who eat meat, the pig offers such promise.
The range
of porks and hams to be tasted, skinning
Over
their souls claims reward. And yet the pig is not
Prized
and kept in the most abject conditions,
Food seen
as object, and the subject too, of each course.
For as
well as pate, and pork, hams seeking cures,
Bacon,
sausage, in New York they make brownies
With
extracted sugars and fats, exorcised.
As if the
actual murder in meat made each diner
A demon,
unaware of both the fire and mire
And the
mounting ire too as flesh fries. But this damns
Them now
further still as Trump trounces all caution.
The need
for provision through breakfast and all
Consuming
greed holocausts. As on his command
The US
Department of Agriculture speeds the process,
In which
animal welfare conditions are leavened,
For Dad
to rush home the bacon that will fry
And then
bring possibly infected meat to each door.
There
will be blood on the gates and on the plates
As
they’re spinning. Cramming these pigs into mincers,
And the
chickens as well towards blades.
The
sacrificial lamb, sacred cow and sitting duck
Spent and
squandered, procured through a sacrificing
Of
safety, as precautions are deemed unimportant
In the
wake of the fattened and fur throttling needs
Of the
face. Such is the haste this ‘fowl’ President feels
To run
rampage - across ever sense, form and reason,
He is
more the pig than these beasts, running wild
In the
fields on which he would build a golf course,
Or
McDonalds, so as the replenish his habits that prime
Both
plumpness and power, and the pornographies
Of his
pleasure, as he avoids public duty for the sake
Of yet
more hate fed tweets. No bird could sing
His
soiled song, or speak of his failing grasp
On what
matters. For just as the pig lives in squalor,
It is
this President who smears shit. Positively winding
The wheel
that turns the curly tails children favour
Into the
slick processed flavour that so many enjoy.
Has God
bit? Has whatever God is now looked down
And seen
what has been done to creation?
The
circle of life and sad cycle is something on which
I have
followed. But I wonder still, all the same
In a
consumer’s world how to diet, as the savoured
Substance
soon suffers and stomachs blossom
While
dining off the hallowed. As the animals scream,
The
abattoir workers are sweating. The USDA
Has
commanded that stocks must not cease.
And so
the shop shelves cry out for replenishment,
Like a
junky, and the President, as prime pusher,
Pressurises
the porcine and thus condemns those
Who eat.
With the obesity there and here as well,
Think of
Janeists. That near cult of eaters who simply
Sit and
wait for the fruit - that must fall before them,
As if
willed, and if it does not, they go hungry,
Closer to
death as they’re waiting. Will we within Covid,
And
during this Coronic age follow suit? For a ‘Coronic’
Irrigation
differs from the fashionable bowel process.
While it
clears gas and dairy, it also documents
What we
were. A movement of mouths,
Made to
pet and consume other mammals,
Depending
on them, through their sweetness
To save
us all from life’s sour: as if every hour
Could be
softly resolved within fur. Most people
Will
continue to eat animals. The Vegetarian
And Vegan
cause fights this battle,
And in so
doing there enter the chattel
And
contorted cattle market of death.
But we
can be ‘animalist’, or humane,
Were
reason to reappear on the menu
And we
instead roast the bastards who would
Have us
all sizzling; nuked, twisted, sick,
As they
sneer and spit at us proudly,
Their
stench of ignorance salted
By both a
complete lack of feeling
And an
over fried baconed breath.
Trump’s a
disease, along with the thinking
Behind
him. He’d see us all trumped by fire,
Or in
some vast microwave. But meanwhile,
The pigs
and the ghettoised livestock will suffer.
As human
need Nazis,
No unkosher scent can be saved.
David Erdos, May 1st 2020
For more poems from David Erdos visit The Corona Diaries collection
David Erdos is an actor, writer, director with over 300 professional credits. He is a published poet, playwright, essayist and illustrator. He has lectured on all disciplines in theatre and film for leading performing arts colleges, schools and universities around the world. His books include EASY VERSES FOR DIFFICULT TIMES, THE SCAR ON THE CLOUD, OIL ON SILVER, NEWS FROM MARS, CHANGING PLACES WITH LIGHT (penniless press) and BYZANTIUM with the photographer Max Reeves. He is a contributing editor for The International Times and maker of documentaries all over the world. David’s work has been acclaimed by many leading figures including Harold Pinter, Heathcote Williams, Alan Moore, Andrew Kotting, Chris Petit and Iain Sinclair in whose recent book THE LAST LONDON, David features. He can be reached at David.erdos@sky.com.
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