PIG TALK

Nobody talks to one another,
anymore.

Only bleeps and squeals
and electric prods in the ear.

The Pigs
have taken over:

Lol...FFS
Lol...FFS
Lol...FFS

But I can't...

And yet,
there is no fear here.

Just the roll of the train in the morning dark,
as we speed past the murky park,

on our way
to the abattoir.