Swine to the Slaughter

They gorged, 

Freely at first, 

a stuffing of throats with oily lard and tinctures of burning liquids to make 

them forget. 

They drank,

Barley at first,

with unleavened bread and bodies of white, fresh pressed, 

soaked in red 

They laughed, 

Crudely at first, 

for their sins saved their graces

yet their pious young faces 

gave way to a gospel of truth 

That all they were was swine to be slaughtered.