The spotted pig grunted happily
digging its snout into soft soil,
in the trench
behind the tropical island’s whorehouse.
So much human waste to eat
that he was getting fatter than is normal
for a free range pig to be.

Unknown to it though,
the pig was watched by hungry human eyes,
next week,
when the last ship sails,
the whores will have a feast,
dance and sing they will
when digging into a succulent roast.
How is the pig to know?