Pigs Don’t Breathe

First and last day

In the frosty freezer

Are the same

Splash of red among white

Like blood in the snow

Like ketchup on ham

That sizzles and smokes

One sideways swat

And you hang out with friends

And a checkered pattern of their ribs

Take one last breath then

Quiet and tame

While you learn that breathing

Is not for pigs