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