Outrageously Huge Hog
The picture above was tagged 'white trash.' Here's Mr. Auden's comment on that:
The wild evil hogs draw near;
The weather smells of their hate
And the houses smell of our fear;
Death has opened his white eye
And the black hole calls the thief
As the wild evil hogs draw near.
Ravens alight on the wall,
Our plans have all gone awry,
The rains will arrive too late,
Our resourceful general
Fell down dead as he drank
And his horses died of grief,
Our navy sailed away and sank;
The wild evil hogs draw near.
Just a bit of hog poetry, innit. Thanks, GWB, for the insight. In the meanwhile local swine are lying low(ish), but the fight's not over, not by any means.
Doves in a few weeks.
LSP
