Open Mic User Submitted Poetry

The Pig Fetus
by
Julianne Carlile

I don't think I've ever seen anything so sad
As a pig fetus,
Floating in formaldehyde,
Eyes tightly shut to the possibilities:
The desertion by the parents--
Never pretty,
The children's names,
The sibilant siblings,
The sometime friends,
The always lovers,
The pressures of pig politics,
The pursuit of pleasure
And the avoidance of pain--
It was as if God had decided
Even this was too good for him.

--Submitted by Julianne Carlile on 2011-05-01.