And her delight is about her favorite food,
which for a pet pig whose humans really
put a good deal of thought into her regimen
so that she didn't get overweight.
It's a little strange but on very special occasions
like birthdays and so forth she did
get her favorite food of all the world, and it was chocolate.
And that is her delight.
And then there's Her Judgment, which is
a judgment on the human race.
And I guess I should read you that one.
And then there's Pig Song, it's a little song.
And Her Vision, which is of the mystic great boar passing
in the sky at night.
[LAUGHTER]
And then there's a little prayer to Isis, Forget Not Thy Pig.
And then, finally, Isis Speaks and tells her
that she will indeed keep an eye on her
for the remainder of her life.
Her Judgment then-- which is not the last poem but the Isis
Speaks is the last one but this one
comes before those I've just mentioned.
Her Judgment.
I love my own humans and their friends,
but let it be said, that my litters may heed it well,
their race is dangerous.
They mock the race of Swine, and call
"swinish" men they condemn.
Have they not appetites?
Do we plan for slaughter to fill our troughs?
Their fat ones, despised, waddle large-footed.
Their thin ones hoard inedible discs and scraps
called "money".
Us they fatten, us they exchange for this.
And they breed us not that our life may be whole, pig-life,
thriving alongside dog-life, bird-life, grass-life,
all the lives of earth-creatures,
but that we may be devoured.
Yet, it's not being killed for food destroys us.
Other animals hunt one another.
But only humans, I think, first corrupt their prey
as we are corrupted, stuffed with temptation
until we can't move, crowded until we turn on each other.
Our name and nature abused.
It is their greed overfattens us.
Dirt we lie in is never unclean as their minds who
take our deformed lives without thought, without respect
for the Spirit Pig.