The Scapegoat

The Scapegoat
I who wait and writhe and wrestle
with air that hath no boughs to nestle
my body weary of empty clasp
strong as a lion and sharp as an asp
give me the sign of the open eye
and the token erect of the thorny thigh
and the word of madness and mystery
scapegoat
I am a man
do as thou wilt as a great god can
i am awake
in the grip of the snake
the eagle slashes with beak and claw
the gods withdraw
the great beasts come
scapegoat
Goat of thy flock i am gold i am god
flesh to thy bone - flower to thy rod
thrust the sword through the galling fetter
With hoofs of steel i race on the rocks
through solstice stubborn to equinox
all-devourer - all-bequetter
And i rave
and i rape and i rip and i rend
everlasting - world without end
scapegoat