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Sheena Blackhall
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Piebald boar.
Two jug-sized, bristly ears,
Jet pupils set in amber eyes
Like two black flies in resin,
A shovel of a snout,
A Glasgow docker's throat
Gruff-grunting his amours.
Brisk tick-tocking tail,
Two mud-caked buttocks
Smeared by the clay-kiln yard.
This glorious tub of lard,
This randy wallower,
Sires split-new squirming piglets,
Small hot ovens
That I raise and hold
And momentarily cradle
Like two rough coconuts;
Round, sun-warmed seeds of pig.
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