For I will consider my black sow Blackula.
For she is the servant of the god of the feed bucket and
For she worships the god in him and the secret of his
pail in her way.
For this is done by screams of incantation at the
appointed hour and lusty bites of daily communion.
For she stands with forelegs upon the top rail of the
wooden fence in supplication.
For she grunts her thanks while she eats.
For she stands for the red boar with closed eyes at the
For having done she lies in the mud to consider herself.
For this she performs in ten degrees.
For first she rolls in her wallow to cover her body.
For secondly she lies still to feel the wet.
For thirdly she stretches her length and casts her belly
to the sun.
For fourthly she exhales God's air in huge sighs.
For fifthly she rises and examines her feed trough that
replenishment might miraculously appear.
For sixthly she scratches her side against the fence.
For seventhly she scratches her jowl with delicate
For eighthly she smells the breeze to ascertain the red
For ninthly she returns to her mud and plows large holes
in the earth.
For tenthly she lies again in the wallow to cool her
For having considered her world she will sleep and dream
dreams of herself and her god and the red boar.
For like Even for softness she and sweet attractive Grace
For the red boar lusteth mightily and foameth at the
mouth for her.
For he might escape and enter her pen.