I am one of the goats,
out in left field,
bleating and butting
my head against the
gates of Paradise.
I rip out pages of scripture
with my stubbed yellow teeth
and eat them.
All the sheep are gathered,
warm in their pen
as night begins to fall.
He didn't miss a single one.
Furious, I break a horn
on the stout pearl doors,
butting, bleating.
I'm damned if I'll stop
till I wake him up, wake hyim up,
make him remember what
he promised: not to judge
the filthy goat world
but to save it.
John Morris writes from Alexandria VA.
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