April 5

I was reading by the window
relaxing in comfort when i heard the squeal
and i looked down on two men
tying a hog to the back of a three-wheeled moto-taxi
hulking and speckled, the beast was large
black and pink with overly large ears
droping resignedly towards the street
full fleshed head hanging off the
back of the small trailerbed
in front of small brick house
with a small bricked in yard behind a wall
where this pig grew to its immense size.
The first squeal was all that drifted up to me
but from four stories the animals eyes
were as loud and destructive as bombs.
He did not struggle, and his ears bounced listlessly
as the moto-taxi drove down the street.