Some thoughts on reincarnation

Were I to come this way
again

I’d like to return as a
pig

A vast, saddle backed
beast

Wallowing haunch deep in
mud,

Like a porcine galleon run
aground

A snorting pot-bellied
king

Ruling a dusty farmyard

With a rod of gentle
idleness;

Receiving all who approach

As my unquestioned
equals
October 2012.