Gadarenes

This year, my pigs grew quickly,
Fed grossly, grew fat and grand as oxen,
Would have brought considerable money
At market.

The day before yesterday,
They were snuffling the roots
Of the enormous oak
At the edge of the cliff,
Happy as swine,
Filthy, muddy, hot with sunlight
And with lust.

All of a sudden
Because one strange man
Wanted to be holy,
Intended to be holy,
Hup! Hup!
Insane.