Folks in the Bay Area are praying for suburban porcine extinction.
http://www.nbc11.com/news/14706350/detail.html
Maybe if we weren’t developing every %&$#ing square inch of open space, we wouldn’t have these problems.
Personally, I’d be pretty excited and gleeful if I had wild pigs traipsing through my yard. Here’s my favorite poem about my Chinese astrological icon, the dear old boar.
Saint Francis and the Sow
By Galway Kinnell
The bud
Stands for all things,
Even for those things that don’t flower,
For everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
Though sometimes it is necessary
To reteach a thing its loveliness,
To put a hand on the brow
Of the flower
And retell it in words and in touch
It is lovely
Until flowers again form within, of self-blessing;
As Saint Francis
Put his hand on the creased forehead
Of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
Blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
Began remembering all down her thick length,
From the earthen snout all the way
Through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,
From the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
Down through the great broken heart
To the sheer blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
From the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath them:
The long, perfect loveliness of sow.
