Pork Finder - Gaza

In the blood river of our final battle

I found a dog with my legs

And danced on bird skulls

That popped to the rhythm sent

From the death machine

You were the Pork Finder

And you knew your job well

As bits of the children

And their imagination rushed over my feet

I held you close as I kissed

The blood off your lips through

Your last shiver and let you go