My urban friend Rona, also known as Brown Girl Going Green, has taken the big step of purchasing a (mostly) whole hog. Here’s a poem for Rona:
For a Brown Girl Going Green
kayumangging babae, the cogon
grass has turned to rye
and wild radish
on your birth day someone
sacrifices a pig
it’s not
the same, yet
it’s always
the same
Oakland, Elkhorn,
Pangasinan, each day
lived,
gleaned, killed, tasted; eating
flesh, stems, leaves
hoping
that this time we
will see
clearly
Local Nomad 
Thanks so much for the poem, Jean! I’m honored. Do you mind if I post it on my blog? I will definitely also link the post to your blog too. Maraming salamat!
Please do, Rona! You’re welcome.