Monday, June 18, 2012

3717. GOAT-MAN

GOAT-MAN
The amateur goat-man has sure got my goat : 
leading to a fair Harry and a lingering suspicion. 
He's a Jew-cat on top of old smokey, and a 
wandering Arab in a mosque of Paralay, the old
Arab quarter of Rome. I see him standing athwart 
ashes, shouting out, 'It's me! It's me!' while tourists 
take his picture. I never sit down, and I can only 
catch his shadow. Every six months, it seems, all
somewhere else again. 'I'm so tired of London! 
I'm so tired of Spain!'

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