Pork Finder

In the blood river of our final battle I found a dog with 
my legs and danced on bird skulls that popped to the rhythm
 sent from the death machine.
You were the Pork Finder and you knew your job well.
As bits of the children and their imagination rushed 
overmyfeet I held you close as I kissed the blood off your 
lips
through your last shiver and let you go.