Maryanne Moll
The Pig and the Leaf
In the gut of a pig lived a leaf,
Which,
When it turned eight,
Called its own ear and told it to make lunch.
'Tis this leaf that turned to a pen when it was twelve,
And then to stone.
The pig,
Poor thing,
Kept its own gut right on track by the words of its king.
“All hail the green thing that can turn itself into one thing and then some,
For it knows the life of gnats.”
The sty stank of pears,
And of airs,
And of hay,
And of clay.
The mind of the gut of the pig roiled
In mad ayes
To the words of its king.
And then,
One day,
This pig,
Just like the leaf that lived in its gut,
Turned eight,
With a mind to call its own ear to make lunch.
And then it was twelve,
And then it was a pen.
And then,
It was stone.
ART: Lina Llaguno Ciani, Foglia 4
