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| Country Boy, Vintage Photo Montage © by Ruth Zachary |
In a Pig’s Eye
- Forrest 1918
Heart pounding,
he knew the pig
knew.
It screamed before
the knife struck
its throat.
The pig knew he was the predator,
having already
heard
six brothers
bellow their last curse
in rage and
terror.
But …this one looked him in the eye
as its blood
soaked the ground.
He was the last
sight
in the the dying
pig's glare.
He saw his own
silhouette
fade slowly in its
gaze;
felt his own
seventeen year old
innocence
disappear, deaden.
Work incomplete,
he used the gun on
the last two.
Avoided that last
accusing look,
But it was too
late to escape
the wound
inscribed
in his own breast,
scar etched into
memory.
That night he
wrote,
"Butchered
hogs today.
Stuck 7, shot
2."
Photomontage and Poem
Copyright © of Ruth Zachary.
