The Zodiacs confirm a Capricorn that I'm -
a goat watching his fertility stored in balls
show up in poems if not elsewhere. It calls
me to be a scapegoat not yet cringed in shame
nor bold enough to carry out the proud foolery.
Ah, that Pre-Raphaelite Scapegoat! I sit
at my PC, sometimes nothing comes. Like pottery,
I'll break as lines sharper on my forehead tell it.
I'm not here to organize things for all is bathos.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem