PIGGY'S SQUALL  (character monologue)

"what in heavens" 
cried Mary
as she showed 
the letter 
to her 
lovely little wench,
Fran. 

This letter
white and perfect
her hands 
just the same

the ink
the scripture 
how odd and so peculiar 
and the words it told her
were even odder yet 

it 
brought
news 
of a
rebellion?!
Fiction or reality
who knows
it is always
a thin line
is it not?

And so 
A rebellion 
from the slave girl on the farm
where the Piggy's reigned
and worked the slaves
to death
to bone
whatever
comes first
all in a day 
in a piggy life
that is
until now
until
now

a water girl
a quiet girl
a servant girl 
of one to own
why Mary
had one
just like it
a water girl, that is
Fran, what a wench!
Always went 
great 
with her
Curtains...

and so Mary read
the words it said
the letter
Fran began to think
with a deliciously 
devious 
smile 
Mary began to worry
with a deliciously
fretful 
sweat:

"Why the poor girl
can't even write 
proper and prim!
How can she start a rebellion?!"
Mary cried out

"Read on " Fran smirked a smirk
as she eyed Mary's throat

the farmer girl
it seems she wrote
quite frantic

"what a frenzied little shit
who just writes and writes and writes"

"Read on " Fran smirked a smirk
as she eyed Mary's throat

"very well, it reads:
harvested fields lie
weak, below the maddened sun 
like a god it shines 
baking the corn before due

sweetened berries picked
beaten to a juicy pulp 
crushed souls in pig cups
fruit and blood stain piggy lips

nerves gone. nerves are shot
like the horse the lies before me
can hear their laughter
as I sit in Piggy's Squall

horse dead by bullet
no! not by the gone of mine
horse blood stains the mud
horse dead by Piggy's gun

Dear lord! Over a horse!
How ridiculous and unfair!"
Mary exclaimed , "who cares about a horse?" 

"I care, I care" Fran muttered
and Mary read on 

Tail, wig for Fay's head
meat now feeds Great Marco's lust
fur, cloth for May's form
stench for me. for me

"Nothing like the taste 
of 
horse
meat"
Mary exclaimed as she 
licked
her 
lips,
"and the skin 
so soft and 
plush
a rebellion over a horse!
What a useless fuss!" 

Fran's face turned red with wrath
and so Mary read on 

Fay, Great Marco, May
live upon the mansion hill
but I not I live
I live in the Piggy's squall

and Fran began to read:

"water girl!" Fay cried
"come forth to brush, horsy wig
seems to be a knot
don't you love the way it shines?"
(HA! HA!)

"Water girl!" Marco cries
"woman from the squall
be a dear and feed me meat!
Pig's feet… can't hold fork!"
(HA! HA!)

"Water girl!" May cries
"come forth to button my coat
from ankle to throat
covers the blubber I breed!"
(HA! HA!)

The sun is slipping 
from the great mansion hill's grasp
from the Piggy's squall
I scream "I shall rise! HA HA!"

and with that horse bone 
in my hand, I plan a plan
Chickens! Cows! Crows! Unite!
From dawn to dusk we shall fight

and with that horse bone
I struck Fay's horsy wig head
I stuck Marco's lust
I hit May's form now still! HA!

And with that horse bone
we sought power! We grew tall!
Victory! Triumph!
Piggy's frightened, squirmed about

pig dead by bullet
yes yes with the gun of mine
pig blood stain the mud
piggy shot and I am free

slept a mansion night
woke to the bright morning sun
smiled at our meal
our morning meal of bacon!
...
"Look here!
it says this so at the bottom"
Mary snorted a cliché
piggy snort
as she skimmed the other words.
"that we
that we 
should 
be on constant
look out
for any kind of
trouble
from you
servant kind." 

Fran grinned 
that grin
at her wide eyed 
piggy master
that made Mary worry so

"you would never
lay a hand on me..."
Mary walked away from the table still

"oh you never know, oh you never know."