So where is it going with this oinker face? Weeks later and everything is melting into a puddle where it’s hard to see the different “things” that’ve mixed together so much. The readings about the search for consciousness in the brain likened to a computer, animalization of humans and humanizing animals, thousands of miles driven over states with the ever present always emphasized pandemic, political economic turmoil blah blah blah. Keeping a sense of beauty, of light. In the gloom. What? Why? Everything and everybody dies. So where’s the problem? The story has always been up and down, always going forward, always distasteful to most. More of the poor. The powerful a very exclusive club reserved for the greedy who fool us into thinking that they know what they’re doing. Of the people for the people, and we get to decide who is people. The oinker face I did decide not to eat. Took and put it outside on a cement platform that way back around 1916 was the floor of a barrack. Back then, there was an Army post here in Columbus. Where Pancho Villa attacked us. I thought putting it on a floor like that was better than just putting it in the dirt. Respect for a face. Even after I’d cooked it. Hopefully, I thought, the coyotes would eat it. Would really enjoy it. But, nothing happened. Days and days went by, and nobody did anything. I knew the coyotes came and knew about it. How could they not? It was their world. Some of their scat. Right there. The face got moved a few feet. But nobody even took a bite off of it. Just moved it. Began to wonder. Did they also have a reverence for faces? Was the pig spirit gonna stubbornly sit there for all to see? A testament to its endurance in the face of cruelty by the oven? Didn’t know what to think. Just kept going back every day to see if anything’d changed. A sense of distaste for meat appeared. Remembered thinking a long time ago what a strange piece of meat the member is. Of all meats, maybe the strangest. With a mind of its own. Really. Didn’t need me to respond to energies that I wasn’t aware of. Suddenly erect. And then it was gone… Don’t know where it went. Who took it. Coyote? Wild dog? An illegal, wandering hungry through an unknown desert? Gone.
