And another, from the poetry dual (duo?) with Christopher:
This place of goats
Only a madman would slaughter the goats,
see the wild look in their eyes
and yet still draw knife across hide.
We all know, in this village,
that the feral goats and slick-tongued snakes
are each but fractured visions
of Goddess, each black and red and white
a fragment of divinity, that one celestial mind
which holds up this age-old hill.
March 11, 2010