“Sir Leslie Stephen’s remark, that no one is so much interested in the demand for pork as the pig, is surely quite valid.” — DEAN INGE
We are the Pigs Unborn, the Pigs Forsaken;
O’erlooked by heedless folk who eat no bacon.
In blank pre-natal Nothingness we pine,
Robbed of that prerogative of swine,
The born pig’s birthright—to be penned in muck,
In garbage grub, be fatted, and be stuck.
Mere ghosts of porkers, pork we’ll never be:—
This, Vegetarian, this we owe to thee!
O deaf to cry of Pigs that Might have Been,
Art thou not cruel? Ask the learned Dean.
More Verses by Henry Salt
- To The Poet LaureateJustice, May 2, 1885
- The Song of the RespectablesThe Commonweal, May 31, 1890
- The Joy That Never PallsProgress, November, 1886
- Bob Anderson, My BeauJustice, January 11, 1908
- FeathertopJustice, March 21, 1885