Goats Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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The goat chews, ruminates its impenitence,
his improbities before the Rest, the goat knows
that having isn't always power, and vice versa, understand
the pasture and the river, thin, or even just past,
his bones tremble with wrath, for a goat is a goat
his goatee in the wind gives him a sense
of it, and he fulfills himself
amidst the heap of stones that each word
gushes out of the mouths of humans like him, yes, because
there are goats and goats, chasms between them.


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DeepL.com, Germany. March 2020