Leaves rustling in a bush, a boy
Tiptoes on naked feet,
Quivering spear in his hand...
And then a sudden squeal
As bloated pink and spurting red
A pig blusters towards his head
Where savage impulse stirs a cry,
And leaping forward eagerly,
He tears the bowels with a knife
And gratifies his appetite.
Tan Pratonix
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