The Conscious Sow - A Villanelle

My fat flesh for nothing more than a meal,

These bars are embedding into my skin;

How much longer can I live this ordeal?

Where, when or how I got here I know not,

My life has only been within these bars;

My fat flesh for nothing more than a meal.

The air burns my eyes, and my joints do rot,

The noise pollutes worse, constant agony;

How much longer can I live this ordeal?

I dream of pasture, play and a mud spot,

Then I open my eyes to the life here;

My fat flesh for nothing more than a meal.

Whatever stench is rotting in this lot,

The flesh and shit in my meal smells better;

How much longer can I live this ordeal?

No piglet is meant to be in this hell,

They overrode that, they overrode me;

My fat flesh for nothing more than a meal,

How much longer can I live this ordeal?