When Pigs Fly
There are those who base a lifetime of trials
upon the premise that form follow function, to which
i offer my counter example: pig whistles.
Made of the same basic stuff of plates and such
that offer a lifetime of ceramic utility
upon which we place our daily bread
and bow to the concept of ready civility.
And that's all fine. China and blessed
table companions form lines of connection
worth every penny for the rite of passing
the gravy boat. But imagine a pig whistle section
in an orchestra playing Appalachian Spring!
i say: "Let the clay pigeons fall shimmering
to the sea off the lemming cliffs in Gadarenes."
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