the eyes of goats are holy

by David Hay

God was in the eyes of a goat,

watching me through my bedroom window.

Satan suckles upon the shadows

stretching from the candle

dimming into middle age.

The voice of my dying mother

scuttles across the floor

evading the light that wishes to catch.

If thoughts are stars waiting to be born

through a single exhaled breath

then a tongue stuck in its cavern

of white bone is a drawbridge

for demons and angels

to enter the world,

always one false step

away from stumbling

into oblivion.

The goat chomps grass

as it stares into my empty stare.

A new universe blooms into being,

mine collapses inwards.

Photo of David Hay

BIO: Doctor Lazarus, a narrative poem, was David Hay’s first published piece. Since then, his work has appeared in numerous online journals. He has a collaborative piece, Amor Novus / A Spontaneous Prayer published with Soyos Books, Saxon Suites by Back Room Poetry. His novel How High the Moon is forthcoming from Anxiety Press and his debut poetry collection is out now with Ballerini Book Press.