Another Pig
Birdflesh
On my farm it was night
It was not day, it was night
Animals died, animals fled
Some lived but most were dead
I didn't understand, what did I do?
Gave them all that they could chew
My neighbours came and shot the rest
Maybe it was for the best
I thought I saw someone else that night
A stranger, thief, a lurking fright
This has happened times before
It always ends up in blood and gore
Maybe it was just another pig?
