Goat body in yarn
eyes fringed with hooks
shorelines painted with animal heat,
seagull's belly held in the hand like a banana,
nets of wind holding back a universal tongue,
trapped in the mutating sneer
of a form submerged too long in its bath of birth,
acids of vitamin-drenched juice
in the buds of a flaring reptilian ear,
he listens to the sirens he will eat
when their peach figs capture him.