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Show Aftermath There were pigs in the night, a wild herd overran the farm, trampled my fences and flowers, rooted the garden, lost in the depths of overturned garbage cans their grunts echo the darkness as they search the land while the night reaches out before them like a starving child. Jan nudged me awake to the walls of this new place we call home. "It's all right," she said and slept. And I lay awake the rest of the night, listening as the wind carried the scraps of sound, bounced them against the house, muffled grunts of the abandoned herd searching us out in the night. |
