Are You a Sheep or a Goat?
(sign outside Trinity United Methodist)
Picture the pitiful thing, shivering,
patches of fleece. Redness clumped
the exposed skin. The horns of the sheep
annihilations of blame in each feeble bleat.
will lie awake tonight, like me, wondering
into a dream of the hall of mirrors you got lost
your image more, until you grew to fear
in glass like the figure that waits,
of dreams. From the dark water the pale
like the gloved hand of the dentist lowering
the laughing gas until your mother stands before
white hair. Behind her, the goat, which must be you,
in the path of the scythe. It would be too much
bite your tongue when she turns