The Path Unseen
right
now
a young
white piglet
is fattening up
in the shelter of a warm pen
with plenty of corn mash and tasty slop wrapped in hours
with no gnaw of parasites, cougar's claw, bullets or blizzard in cold wild woods or storm
yet as soft flesh bulks his bones in post castration calm
so sweet is ignorance of time
slit throat – hacked to bits
chopped spiced seared smoked sliced –
kinder paths
are those
not
seen
