A feral pig in last moments
burrows into the sand trap
on a desert golf course
digging its dignity hole,
whines and cries,
messes itself
until it twitches still
I did not create its pain
and am helpless to end it,
this spectacle,
this intrinsic contradiction
of creation,
the source of many myths
told to us as children
about the safety of our souls
to help us fall asleep