Whitehall

.
as you soared over the
babassu trees in the
747
publicity stunt flight,
strapped in the pilot seat, did you
squeal into your
headset Winnie?

like
- "things don't change
we'll see a lot of farmers going out
of business" - and
- bring me some feed,
Winnie to Whitehall
this is Winnie to Whitehall
over
over -

alone up there, on the
biofuel Ark,
- Richard B? Dr Parr?
hello, my Bacon MP? -
everybody on board the big
pig
industry spiraling, downspiraling
a vapor trail over
rising food prices,
over
and far
away

British Pig Executive
laments the price of pork while
"those hit hardest by
the soaring" are left
in the pouring grain
and yet more meat gets butchered on demand
in Mexico City, Argentina, Malaysia,
China
on tight supplies, the
mechanical grindstone millstones
roar out billions of gallons to biofuel that
ethanol choir of angels,

or is it Engels
as cited in USA
Today?
over -

"a mandate that
would make Stalin blush," Scott Faber, vice
president of federal affairs for the
Grocery Manufacturers Association,
commenting the
energy bill

***

the babassu tree yields cosmetic
products for pigskincare,
glistening where
never a wrinkle cut
angelic pilot hog
on your unblushing
pink Winnie trotters
pulling the yoke as
you march us toward
this brave new March
when pigs
fly