Goatman
Goatman trill and gawk he foul
Swept away on mainland trawl
Long he wept from sightmans she
Onto his vast undaunted sea
He wavered not from touchless tears
Outgrew his woesome backland fears
Beast but hands of kings he grew
Up to his shine and altars new
Come here! She cried, i"ll show you where
But not until his soul was shared
And on his quest no umbrage claim
He traveled South then home again
Lauded kings moved past his gaze
All peaks and mountains shone his praise
the goatman's life,
a kingsman's brew
Calm and outstretched arms he knew
Alone at once he sensed no past
Nor rued upon it everlast
And though he knew his calling not
the skytop ledge of gilding taught
Bob Tomolillo
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Goatman 1 Oil 8" x 10"
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