Stonehenge Pigs Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Cows
look like little plastic toys

(one got free in breakfast cereal boxes
back in the 50’s & 60’s)

as we speed crawlingly by
Stonehenge.

And then picking up speed
for...hurray...real

We find
out interest taken

by a large and sprawling
pig farm

where pig after pig
(for field after field)

wallows in being
a pig

making pigs
of themselves.

Big pigs
with little Anderson type shelters

for housing or
feeding stations

or in case someone drops the bomb
on their bums

so many pigs
just lying around us as if dead

or as Janice
in cool shades said:

“Practising being
bacon! ”