I Am a Goat:

I Am a Goat,
and Walk like one down to the brothel
by the cobblestone, I the skeptic, turn
into the flesh of bestiality,
fly-ridden by the death of chemistry
I take my goats as if I deserve;
power is only a coincidence of incarnation.
Does rape not exist beyond language?
Are the forests no less ravaged sweet
than are my goats?

I am a goat
and await the complete violation of some higher species
who will come when I do not ask
with a language that renders me mute
and a sexuality as brazen as the darkest industry,
that will pump me like the earth for a fuel that hides,
In my stupid mammal expressions
which convey no more than I am a goat.