He played in his father’s shadow
with a wooden Kalashnikov.
Meanwhile the goats needed milking.
The sun daily entered the sky tower
calling air to prayer.
His father has been gone too long
his mother cries
wails
beats her chest.
He follows the ways of his older brothers.
“Put this finger here,” one says,
“this is how you milk a she-goat.”
Another says, “Put your finger there,
that is how you pull a trigger.”
Soon he will put on the robes
of a shining martyr,
shave the hairs off
his hairless body
then far from the village
wash every inch
of his 12 year old life away
to become the very shadow
of his father.
Categories:
she goat, poetry,
Form: Free verse
it was born in a forest of foliage
that it did not find appetite to enjoy
instead it chose marijuana as food
it loved it and boasted about it often
that it found pleasure in odd things
every she-goat was a meaningless kid
its siblings, parents a bundle of nonsense
in the herd it tempered other he-goats
tongue out, eyes swollen with rage
in its excitement it ordered marijuana
to be official diet of every goat member
and so in its excited disorientation
the whole herd became weird in conduct
and naïve in social relationships in and far
water was not drank but alcoholic spirits
many goats wished they were unborn
the lucky ones escaped to nearby bushes
even there they were harassed by hyenas
but an exotic he-goat observed from near
“try here too, come along for a match now
spill your madness beyond the fences
those big eyes, long tongue I shall gorge
I will make you eat grass, herbs and drink
ordinary water that you senselessly hate”.
but the disoriented he-goat continued
in its ways to fidget, bellicose and bleat
Categories:
she goat, power, satire,
Form: Free verse
He has curved horn
colored dirty black body
never brushes his teeth
that he exposes often
probably to express envy
to every rival seen around
He cares not about the tail
that is doggish and fat
mustache he does not brush neat
and the belly that is heavy
as that of a she-goat touches soil
when he moves around the herd
He stands up to address goats
and to warn line of opponents
But the mouth gets stuck
He only waved his doggish tail
and shows off his harmless horns
as he intimidates others ..Meee. Meee!
But the more he brags and intimidates
the uglier he looks in the herd
He causes goats to laugh, jeer
while embracing other He-goats
intimately!
Categories:
she goat, leadership, metaphor, satire,
Form: Free verse
I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries
From my heavy,swollen foot?
I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
I must eat washings of my half-thread
Sudden cut by Atropos;
I must return to almost forsaken ploughs
A balding soot by my wake
Amidst flying tongues of dagger and malice;
Poor manacle must watch armour-less
As malignant rats dart in mottled errands,
Breaking the last walls-the fields,and then
I must rove naked in the inky sky
And then sit under the cypress,
Chewing my fingers-ever.
How sudden the icy embrace
O that I had caught with you the ambulance crest.
Categories:
she goat, confusion, death, sad, flying,
Form: I do not know?