I’m Not Your Sacrifice

Goat born
I won’t be taunted

Sacred triangle

Muddied in a second

Of eternity
I won’t be fossilised

Proud blood and bone

I won’t be mocked
My square seeing soul

Bleating blood
Until resurfaces
My identity

Circles within circles
A line within a triangle
I know no linear
My Goat head
Dying and rising
My hooves in tempest

When I’m forced to wake

And keep on giving

Summer doesn’t want to

Live forever
If it did
Moon would forbid it

I boil and freeze

And wash myself

With my own self

My hooves of leaves

Knowing purity


Artist's response: Emy Pinch