The Shabbat Goat
A horned white goat with starless eyes
Is dragged toward a spellbound demise.
Its veins are let in pulsing flood,
The chalice filled with Shabbat blood.
The dazzled head hung on stave,
And wrapped in black lace at the grave
That licks the coven in moonlit rings,
As each one thrills to see such things.
Their fire lit orgy is a thread
That joins the living with the dead.
The goat head gapes as in a daze,
As witches dance with sated gaze.















