It is a shame you were not around

in the position

of responsibility

when Roger wrote the words

to Pigs, for surely they now suit you,

wrapped in the pig skin

and the mud and shit,

dear Teresa, Donald and Katie,

you three different ones

writhing in the destruction

of person after person

and in the case of Pig Katie,

the figures in her bile

put more straw upon her made up house.

The trouble is dear piglets,

you are tiny, an oink lost in the darkness