Monday, March 27, 2023

"The Clown's Report on Satyrs"

On the hoof or dead, a satyr weighs
about the single same. They mingle
with goddesses and singe themselves in flame 
that they ignite with steady gaze
while they recite the name of One
who in the olden days
slept on Naxos' shingle,
and they are golden ruddy in the sun
and hold themselves aloof.
A satyr on the hoof is fleet.
Slaughtered, their dark red meat is strong.

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