Under Two Nights

LAST NIGHT PUTTING THE GOATS IN

loafing giants with dandruff on their tuxedos
silently hunch, munching on pines
we can sneak up on them
we can sneak up them

their heads are clear
they're listening to god
they hum
they munch
God Gleams

we fade to feel
we fade to glow

TONIGHT PUTTING THE GOATS IN

The ground is wet and the goats
have a light mist on their coats
I can't see the mountains, but
I'm not claustrophobic, and
no one is out
just us
we are
quiet