Underwater Titty Pigs: Day Eight

I just spent a good portion of my afternoon drawing these underwater titty pigs for you, so that Wallace Stevens's birthday party would not be interrupted for even a day. This one is totally going on a t-shirt, with the words "the swine-like rivers suckled themselves/ While they went seaward to the sea-mouths" immortalized below. Or perhaps I'll include the whole poem:

Frogs Eat Butterflies. Snakes Eat
Frogs. Hogs Eat Snakes.
Men Eat Hogs.

It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine,
Tugging at banks, until they seemed
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs,

That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine.
The breath of turgid summer, and
Heavy with thunder's rattapallax,

That the man who erected this cabin, planted
This field, and tended it awhile,
Knew not the quirks of imagery,

That the hours of his indolent, arid days,
Grotesque with this nosing in banks,
This somnolence and rattapallax,

Seemed to suckle themselves on his arid being,
As the swine-like rivers suckled themselves
While they went seaward to the sea-mouths.

You're probably wondering why the river-pig has boobs on her back, to which I reply: they aren't on her back, they're on her stomach, but you can see them anyway because water is clear! You're probably also wondering why the pig has so many boobs, to which I reply: hey, this is my fantasy. That pig will have as many breasts as I goddamn want, and nineteen seemed like a good number.