Brian Daldorph teaches at the University of Kansas and Douglas County Jail. He edits Coal City Review. His most recent book of poetry: Ice Age/Edad de Hielo (Irrupciones P, 2017).

Poets Resist
Edited by Jemshed Khan
May 22, 2019

Brian Daldorph

Pig

That’s what the General looks like. “You think I look like a pig?” he says in good English. “No, no, of course not,” I say. “Then that makes you, my friend, an exception. People call me The Pig. I know it. They call me that, but not to my face!” He offers me a drink. I ask for tea. “On a hot afternoon like this. You English!” I ask him about the prisoners. “The terrorists? They are being treated much better than they treat their victims,” he says. “They are savages. Savages!” I ask if I can see them, talk to one of them, perhaps, but the General says, “That is not possible, my friend. They are dangerous men. I cannot guarantee your safety.” I tell him I’m willing to risk it and he stares at me with pig’s eyes: “But I am not willing.” I thank him anyway and he stands, extends his hand. I shake it and he smiles. “Have you ever shaken hands with a pig before?” I know when to say nothing.

Poets Resist is published by Glass Poetry Press.
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