It happened in Flagstaff, Arizona
at the Chevron across from the Safeway,
on Santa Fe Ave. - US 89,
among the gasoline-pump towars:
I stepped over the hoses pulsing with gasoline
like snakes swallowing rats
to peer into the bed of a pick-up truck
with turquoise bumpers ad silver sides.
In the bed lay a long, plastic pig,
its stomach tense and quivering,
and each vein standing out
as if the pig had just been skinned.
The long, plastic pig lay
in the bed of the pick-up truck
like some farm-boy's sex toy,
and its head on its swivel-neck
was twisted up in a squeal
the wind just whipped away.