The pigs are happy
and we cannot understand why.
We mention heavy industry
but they shrug and make a contented sound
from deep inside their rectangular bodies.
What about the press, we say,
where a white man is worth fifty yellow ones.
They nuzzle the dirt and do a roly-poly.
We show them buckets of antiseptic.
We show them photos of cows on fire.
We show them a documentary
about intensive pig farming.
Joe's pamphlet is in the second wave of Faber New Poets. His first novel Submarine is being made into a movie by Warp Film. Joe is also tall.