Cows <br />look like little plastic toys <br /> <br />(one got free in breakfast cereal boxes <br />back in the 50’s & 60’s) <br /> <br />as we speed crawlingly by <br />Stonehenge. <br /> <br />And then picking up speed <br />for...hurray...real <br /> <br />We find <br />out interest taken <br /> <br />by a large and sprawling <br />pig farm <br /> <br />where pig after pig <br />(for field after field) <br /> <br />wallows in being <br />a pig <br /> <br />making pigs <br />of themselves. <br /> <br />Big pigs <br />with little Anderson type shelters <br /> <br />for housing or <br />feeding stations <br /> <br />or in case someone drops the bomb <br />on their bums <br /> <br />so many pigs <br />just lying around us as if dead <br /> <br />or as Janice <br />in cool shades said: <br /> <br />“Practising being <br />bacon! ”<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stonehenge-pigs/
