Pig

It was the fellow called Anteng
Who crept in the night and saw
The pig in the bushes
He crept in the night
For other purposes

The pig wore a white shirt
And a black pair of shorts
It was small but Anteng thought
It was bigger than 50 kilos
Anteng wants it all

The pig stood up
And split itself into two
Anteng said that pig
Split itself into three
For other purposes

When daylight came
The pig was gone
And the lines under Anteng's eyes
Spread like ripples of water
In the bladder of a man
Who could not sleep
Haunted by the dream of
The dividing pig


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An old poem, I wrote
Friday, December 13, 2013
to remember our weasel of a neighbour and his pig.