We dug the pit, set the spit, then went to the pen to slaughter the pig and found him playing an almost-in-tune piano. I thought the same thing you’re thinking, how does he play the black keys? He used an upside down trough as a bench, played what I thought was “25 Minutes to Go,” which, by the way, I never heard on the piano but being a Johnny Cash fan I thought I recognized it. My brother said it sounded more like “My Lord Closer To Thee.” I don’t remember the pig actually ever looking at us, but he played faster as we approached. I kicked one foot against the other to knock mud from my shoe. It began to rain, drowning out the music. You know how these things end … we laid planks of wood across the ground as the rain came down harder.
Rick Bursky / About Author
My new book, I’m No Longer Troubled By the Extravagance, was out from BOA. My previous book, Death Obscura, was published by Sarabande. And my poems have appeared many places and many places including the AMERICAN POETRY REVIEW; FIELD, IOWA REVIEW, GETTYSBURG REVIEW, PRAIRIE SCHOONER, and ANTIOCH REVIEW.