The Last Pig, poetry by Bartholomew Barker at Spillwords.com
Porky Pig's Feat (1943)

The Last Pig

The Last Pig

written by: Bartholomew Barker

@bartbarkerpoet

 

Long after his cousins
have all been consumed,
Porky Pig will remain.
The celluloid may die
but his image, beamed
to my childhood television
on weekday afternoons,
now travels the galaxy—
straight man with no pants,
just a bow-tie and jacket,
stuttering to The End.

Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry readers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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