Noa Glass Goat

[Glass Goat]

Noa

White goat On the roof Silhouetted for a terrible moment gray against the dark sky Twisted to an angle White goat holds in its mouth a neat crunch of cloves As fire spreads from the clouds Mottled lava and oozing clack of glass Tools sharp and rain patters on the shingles with a cooling hiss A mask upon the face that sees from below Splendid as the upper hearth of the world strikes Goat and greatness snatched by starry gloves Yellow lightning from above Cloven in half Ashes fall and the rain dissolves Cries in pain washed out inside the falls And earthen cloves and goat Are bound to end at the bottom of the hidden stain spattered wall Silent night of rain No sound at all And no one comes