Jiggling slabs catching light and throwing shadows
It would be cracklin were it less of a pig
Squealing as it rushes to the trough
Trying to cut with the work of its mouth where it might have had tusks
But they
Like other things
Have been lost at the demands of others far removed
And it is little wonder that it compensates where it can
Swelling such to show that it can swell
Somewhere
Somehow
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