"Ghazal of the Goats"
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Not the lyric song of shepherds, my love
Bleats ungodly tunes in private. My unlovely
Irish tongue, Polish doom, a marriage made
For goats to butt heads by day, by night, love.
Goat Man Ches McCartney wed a Spanish
knife-thrower, his near-miss lethal lover.
In my act, you don't flinch, duck, scrape, or bow.
It appears you're an idiot for love.
Ches took to the road with a herd of goats,
A two-legged one who hopped—now that's love.
Dressed in goat skins, Crusoe and the Good Book
In tow, he preached smelly riffs on God's love.
I preach, too, you say: Once would be enough.
Finnegan wakes in my blood. My love,
Thor's chariot was pulled by two Norse goats
He ate each night. He saved the bones, by love
Teresa Cader is the author of Guests, The Paper Wasp, and History of Hurricanes (2009). She teaches poetry in the low-residency MFA program at Lesley University.
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