The Rainbow Pig

by Barrett Warner


I once ate copper salt bleeding through jasper,
now my eyes are green.
 
I chewed cyanide into dust and spit,
so blue, so blue, my teeth.
 
My belly turned yellow to be the sun
shining on its own shadow.
 
In the heat and crickets of August I was so hungry
for autumn I gorged on maple leaves.
 
My coat turned orange, my points ochre, my mane
like a kissable lip, so red, so red.
 
I am the rainbow pig.
 
While others snort and root and grunt, I am silent
until the day star burns off the whiskey rain.
 
Find me, find me at the end of the iris,
I’m dreaming, dreaming of you.