One tabletop was covered with ceramic
pigs, each pinkly glazed and smiling
(if pigs can be said to smile) broadly.
Half of the pigs contained salt. Those
that contained pepper, despite their
nearly identical appearance, did not seem
as happy as the salty pigs. Perhaps
this was because they had less frequent
human contact. In any case, I was pleased
to find that salt or pepper flowed from
holes bored into the pigs’ smiley heads,
not from their rounded shiny backsides.
The tabletop next to the piggy table
was covered with cows, some shiny
like the smiley pigs, others flat and
black and all too oppressively bovine.
I did not venture to investigate
whether they contained salt and pepper,
or whether they contained anything at all
other than their outer cowishness, their
placid and mooish inconsequentiality.
I'm a man who loves me some pigs.