Found Pig

I found a pig.
My pig made a cop.
His gun was a god.
His shoe made nine angels.

I found a cow.
My cow made a knot.
Her knot was flagrant morrows.
My soul, their mirror.

I found one of you.
My one of you made this poem.
Your poem’s ache instructs my dream.
I am your heart’s finger.

One of us thinks.
One of us made.
All this up.
I found a pig.