Ah, bloody hell…
Not again.
…stuck in a hole
deep in a pig’s pen.
Cold and void of pearls
I still find comfort
In the small recesses
Of solitude.
Bloody hell…
This again?
Smells like chitlins,
Tastes like pulled pork.
With hallowed eyes
My salvation awaits
As master sharpens
His bloody butcher knives.
I really love your imagery in this piece. I absolutely adore the dark and gritty and especially the grimey thoughts. I really appreciate that you took this from the point of view of a pig that is suffering and is only hoping and begging for the slaughter. I really enjoyed how you almost personified the pig as a complete human in the first stanza when you mention the loss of pearls. I think that it is an interesting concept for this animal to be distraught over not having the human items that a pig just would not need. I was amazed at the depth of this and I also loved the tone. I think that if we look even deeper we can apply the pig to ourselves in many different ways, be it an overbearing boss at work, or a parental ruler with an iron fist. I think that the way that the pig spoke of the master was almost defiant and certainly quite bitter. To think that the pig was so quick to get out of the master's clutches that it wished for death was not only very powerful but quite human. Many of us would give up just the same. I felt for the personified pig because it reminded me of my summer job, and I slaved away in horrid conditions, just waiting for them to either fire me or for the time to come where I could finally quit and go back to school. Rock on pig, rock on.
-Kenji Light
I really love your imagery in this piece. I absolutely adore the dark and gritty and especially the grimey thoughts. I really appreciate that you took this from the point of view of a pig that is suffering and is only hoping and begging for the slaughter. I really enjoyed how you almost personified the pig as a complete human in the first stanza when you mention the loss of pearls. I think that it is an interesting concept for this animal to be distraught over not having the human items that a pig just would not need. I was amazed at the depth of this and I also loved the tone. I think that if we look even deeper we can apply the pig to ourselves in many different ways, be it an overbearing boss at work, or a parental ruler with an iron fist. I think that the way that the pig spoke of the master was almost defiant and certainly quite bitter. To think that the pig was so quick to get out of the master's clutches that it wished for death was not only very powerful but quite human. Many of us would give up just the same. I felt for the personified pig because it reminded me of my summer job, and I slaved away in horrid conditions, just waiting for them to either fire me or for the time to come where I could finally quit and go back to school. Rock on pig, rock on.
-Kenji Light