I remember a hen wanting tobe christ But the pig devoured it and since then It has been cackling with astonishment
Wanting to say it's name And to become
So I will reproduce and crawl out In billions of gods that first tempted me And a pig took their legs away for that And they will be a host made of meat
And after dinner time A rhetorical question Will be keeping you awake "Will the worms ever like you, If you square with them?"
Yet a short breath held back The word in the sad throat But still trying looks at the soil
