June 2011


I knew they were there well before I saw them
stacked onto two levels in the tractor trailer
lying down, eyes barely moving under heavy lids,
Pennsylvania roaring soporifically past.
But one found my face, held my eyes
the way wild animals sometimes do, as though
she knew where both of us were headed.

I threw my car in front of the truck
and it tipped, spilled dirty pink bodies onto the grass
and they ran, heavy-legged, all of them, into the forest,
where they turned back into stiff-bristled boars,
swift and smart, able to kill a man with the toss of a head.

The sow turned away then and hid her face
from such a ridiculous creature in her world.