Sonnet 249. A Factory Farmed Pig Responds to a Boar Cull in Hong Kong.
You know they’re made of pork and bacon too?
Could I still breed, then they could breed with me.
Though piglets I produce and wean for you,
Inseminated artificially,
Don’t look so real, look far too much like food,
For you to raise objections to the way
Our kind are slaughtered. Here it just sounds rude
To point out 3.5 million pigs are killed on this planet every day.
But you don’t want to know that! You get shocked
When 38 wild boar are killed in sight.
This righteous indignation you concoct?
Your breakfast just before it hits the plate.
Your factory farms are never made of glass.
You’re scared of what’s inside them. And don’t ask.
Lockdown Sonnet Thirty-one.
Andrew Barker
4 окт 2022