← v8n2, Fall 2009
Poetry · Volume 8, Number 2

Little Goat

God is not light upon light, no more

than goat is need upon need although there, where it grazes, it is

sun upon coat within which ticks and stray-blown feed

burrow into the pocked skin of such foul scent

covering the underflesh heart that could

eat this farmer’s grain or the barren mountain’s bark

high in the solitude of sheer animal

peace laid over sheer animal terror.

We ask the animal afflicted by its time,

its impoverished American meadow

that drove it to find birch from which to strip its easy feed

to abide with us. It does not need us.

We think it needs us.

We must forgive God God’s story.