The Goat

Strewn carcass, strips of flesh evidence of a butchers knife still

Simmer away and roast away on that rusty grill

Explode in my mouth a spectrum, a wonderful world of taste

Inspire in my mind lofty thoughts as I munch

A roadside resident when once was guest

Rooted to this haunting combination of salt, pepper, lemon and crunch

When you bound along bleat doing what goats do

Impossible to think in you I find a meal so full