A grunting satyr appeared in a dream
Neither chimp nor Neanderthal
He could have pulled a haunch of venison
He had a tail tufted like a lion’s
And dark fur over pink buff skin
The swollen brow hung toward a meaty jaw
The nose did not project like a human nose
Flat and turning sharply upward like a bat’s
Not an intimidating presence
But a source of foul and sick unease
Inobservant of the courtesies