Inspired by John Steinbeck’s personal “Pigasus” stamp and motto

We have forgotten about
Our wings and feathers
We have silenced our songs
Instead, we are content to eat slop
Snort loudly, and wallow in mud
Once the fat, pinky flesh is satisfied
Or is it?
What will it take to rise?
What will it take 
For the mire to become the miracle?
Could there be a day 
When pigs actually fly?
Ad astra per alas porci!