Pig Fatra

From the oldest line of domesticated pig
I yearn for my forebears' mud baths and swill.

From the oldest line of domesticated pig
I am spotted, was farrowed somewhere between

Gloucester and Halesowen but find myself stuck
in this half-existence of clouded resin

in which I can move neither backwards nor forwards
and for which I never asked    neither did I ask to be

caught up in or fed GM-this and GM-that but am hungry
for a life snouting through compost and mud    also

being fed-up with plastic politics, hard resin policies
in this our current state of pig-democracy

I yearn for my forebears' mud baths and swill.