weird sounds: the bellgoat

My, God, I have serious poem envy right now. E. is brilliant!

eulonia country

bellgoat comes from over the mountain. a bellgoat is
your neighbor growing out her hair. bellgoat knows
the anatomy by heart
of every dream in which you will end up running after something
you can’t see.

a bellgoat, incapable of lying, lying in a cape on the shore.
(this sentence intimates a cape: a body of water engulfed by sound
in the “c” shape.)

what will become of me? i ask over
and over. bellgoat tunes the fork to the sound
of my asking
plays it back: “dunnnnnnnn.” the sound of hooves
not moving.

what i learned about first impressions was this:
you cannot be a god if you’ve stepped over the pollen offering
or if you’ve thought about it. people will kill you.

the morning the pesticide plant blew to pieces my heel
rubbed in my sandal.
i wear sandals now.
tall ones.
when i want to feel legs.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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3 Responses to weird sounds: the bellgoat

  1. BroadBlogs says:

    Hauntingly beautiful and thought-provoking. She really has a way with words.

    Thanks for sharing, Susan.

  2. Susan, thanks for turning me on to her blog … I love this poem & I have been devouring her chapbook

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