Of Swine Aloft and Heaven's Mockery

Behold! What winged abominations rise

From earthly sties to mock the vaulted sky,

Their bristled forms on borrowed pinions borne

Through azure realms where angels fear to tread.

O paradox of nature's sacred law!

These grunting cherubim with cloven hooves

Ascend beyond the reach of mortal sight,

Their oinking hymns disturb celestial peace,

While Heaven's host in wonder and dismay

Beholds the swine usurp seraphic flight.