A Stranger In My Garden

I see a stranger in my garden Plowing and weeding with goats Pulling the plow up and down But the goats charge against him The animals eat grass and plants They swallow anything even metals Because it is sure that like Marabou The mouth and exit have had a concord When the animals are tired and frail And the sun is going to his mother’s house They bleat musical noise in persuasion But the plowman’s mouth spits fire With horns as soft as cotton wool The limbs as tiny as grasshopper limbs The bosoms begin to release carbon monoxide And the goats are sent to rest for ever in limbo