Pig Roast

man o man
we are getting to the point
of needing to know how
a throat is slit —  

the piglet is struggling and we know
it’s got to be strung up by
its hind legs and
the blood’s got to be drained

but 
we also know
you’re not the kind of guy
to do that
and as the host
you could save face

by delegating the
honor or the chore to a trusted friend

and we’re all drunk
and hoping and fearing
that you’ll choose us

but never mind — you say you’ll do it

and when it’s time
we envy you
your chance at sanctioned mayhem
and your willingness to do it
your not-quite eagerness to do it

so when you are ready
we gather
and watch your face
not your hands

and man o man
it’s
something to see 

 

 

 

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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