GOAT RETIRES
Goat lies on a beach
in Florida. Old hag
Fleming spreads sunflower
oil on his coat.
Tomorrow he will
see Disneyworld.
He wants to go
out in a flash,
he wants to kick Mickey
over Epcot Center.
Goat lies on a beach
in Florida. Old hag
Fleming spreads sunflower
oil on his coat.
Tomorrow he will
see Disneyworld.
He wants to go
out in a flash,
he wants to kick Mickey
over Epcot Center.

Goat rests in a ditch.
Religion always goes
through him quickly:
Goat imagines fat, naked
martyrs sweating
in a white white sauna
where Jesus sits, towel
covering his wounds.
He gets up to run in place.
He is disgusted with them.
Sunday Jerry rested
& Goat ate him.
Jerry didn’t even run,
he almost slept through it.
“You know what this means…”
is all he said.
Fresh air cut his lungs
The dust polished road
wound out of the seminary
Goat passed, catching a scent.
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Goat eats dead grass.
“Blessed are the gentle.”
Goat eats all the host.
“Blessed are the patient.”
Goat eats the readings.
“Blessed are those with ears.”
Goat eats Jerry’s tie.
“Blessed are the naked.
The earth is fertile with God.”
Goat profanes the altar.
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Goat lands on a cactus.
Let me help you, a voice says.
It is Jerry Falwell.
Goat: I’m hungry.
Jerry: The Lord Provideth.
Enter the wandering turkey.
Goat rips his head off.
Blood spurts on Jerry’s suit.
These are the signs I look for,
he says, wiping his face.
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Why do you walk, Troll asks.
Why can’t you live under a bridge.
Goat gets up, straw mouth, blocks
thin path. His hooves strike
dry dirt, buck tooth bite, moot
argument. Troll climbs
under a bush. God picks Goat
up by his scruff. You should
hear yourself speak, He says,
boots him, perfectly, Goat lands
like bread.
Troll: Wet moss.
Goat: Tree algae.
Troll: Dead leaves.
Goat: Rocks in Water.
Troll: Nuts on ground.
Goat: Roses in thorns.
Troll: Farm.
Goat: Whorehouse in Gibraltar.
No one’s too strong, Goat;
Nothing useful is saved.

Bones stick out his fingers.
I got this from climbing, he said,
I play the guitar till I bleed.
Goat lifts his cartilage hoof,
worn, ground. Accordion, he said,
I eat anything.
He showed his yarn scars.
Troll brought him pieces
of the toll booth he had eaten.
They waited in the dark for rabbits.
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She was sleeping. She saw
velvet wet nose, thicket
whiskers, wilted ears
move across her dark room.
Was there something for her
to remember him by? Had he
left her without a footnote,
a reminder of love, yarns?
Only a laced remainder: he
ate her shoes, grinding eyelets.
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Maureen and her family look up.
Goat has disturbed security
more than once; he does not
look like a dog. Pillars,
stone, design, leveling cuts
or rock, time textbooks. All
ears return to this world:
Goat has stepped on a beer can,
hoof-crushed, scrapes like a
ghost up the steps.
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