Fetch the Pig

No, we are not

eating it today

take a dollar

pay Mrs Jones

for her corn it ate.

 

Drive him home

and fix the fence

fetch the pig

and make

him secure.

 

As anyone who has been reading much of my poetry lately knows, I have spent a great deal of time and effort over the past three years letting the concepts I have learned through my ModPo experiences infuse my poetry. This is an interesting (for me, at least), throw back to when I wrote poems for that moment, not with any thought to what the poem might mean. It almost seems like cheating. I hope you will respond in a positive or negative way to this abberation.