The Swell, I Did Not Know When I hit the hog it ran a mile through the thicket and fell in a foot of water —drowned. You hit it in the head my daddy said, the zombie effect. How the body moves in death a dance and after the dance a knife that grooves the bloated gut, gropes like filthy men. Believe me, he continues: even the innocent eat, son, ...
Like the title says.