It’s an odd landscape full of extracted brown teeth
with holes drilled by years of winter rain.
The track that meanders across
and around boulders is a red river of dust
thrown up by passing goats
that thrives on thorny Christ agonizing bushes and coarse yellow grass.

Yet, it was here,
glinting in the morning sun,
I found an eye white as milk and blue as the sky,
by looking into it I could see what was behind me
and saw a nanny goat staggering about it
only had one eye sockets in the middle of its head
put the eye in there and birds stopped singing.

The goat turned into a naked hex that made rude gestures
and wanted sex with me
but first she took out her bind and waved it in front of me
it was full of puss, maggots and and clinging to cotton wool
the embryos of spontaneous abortions and loveless lust.

She shrieked in delight
when I sexually fearful ran in circles
till I was covered in the dry blood of a thousand menstruating hussies
who wanted me to know,
to see, to feel every intimate details of their felonious, sexuality
while the evil eye kept looking into my mind.