The Swine

The Swine
The swine hangs on, 
The swine hangs on to power, 
The townsfolk mutter round the tower:

'Roast him, toast him, 
Thin his blood. 
Try fire first, 
Then try flood.

Char the timbers, 
Crack the stone. 
Make him marrow 
In a splintered bone.

Then he'll tumble, 
Our hot meat. 
Then we hack him. 
Then we eat.’
Alan Jackson

from Salutations: Collected Poems 1960-1989 (Edinburgh: Polygon, 1990)

Reprinted by permission of the author.
Alan Jackson

Alan Jackson is a Scottish poet and writer who established influential poetry readings at the Edinburgh Festival in the 1960s. 

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