Kids-David Sarao
Kids
By David Sarao
I don’t fuck goats.
Don’t get me wrong,
the goat is a handsome looking animal,
wise-eyed hermit of the mountain-top,
but I just don’t have any interest.
I think the goat looks upon me
in the same way, though perhaps he’s
laughed at another summer-skinned
sausage’s attempt to mount crags
in search of a warm pouch of flesh
for two minutes of purloined lust,
not knowing his narrow evasion.
My hope is that he’s never even thought
of the idea, content to butt heads with
his own ambivalence amongst the rocks
and lichen, trusting my judgment
in the matter of man and beast,
never doubting for a second his
safety to live as he will in the
clouds and heights he calls home.
I wish we’d never looked down.
Copyright C. 2008 David Sarao