Goatman

Peering above the trees,

the gaze of a once forgotten king

consumes the darkness.

Now remembered by the horns

forming a silhouette

that makes up the curves,

and tops of the hills

bloodied Baphomet

A mass along the riverbed,

making home in the dirt,

the mud that cakes

the souls of hikers,

naïve to the points of

possession. Leading from

themselves back to caverns.

Reap what was planted beneath

the bridge, consumed by kudzu,

learn how to look

like a goat.

Tony Robinson is a senior at Lafayette High School and in the SCAPA Literary Arts program. He has been in SCAPA since freshman year and is a poet. He primarily writes poetry revolving around psychology and worldly happenings. When not writing he can be found wandering downtown or petting a cat.