I posed for that picture long ago
That’s me the little boy with goat legs
See how stout and taut the rope is
With which I drag the head of a deer
The pale blood pooling behind it

The little dog with mitten paws barks vigorously at me
Its back is not up but I feel the hostility
Toward my shameful appearance my shameful essence
The grownups some horned and furred or sleepy and fat
Seem to be having a jolly time

This wreath of tiny white flowers on my head
My red mantle like that of the god himself
As if to say what a dear little faunlet
But parted lips and cornered eyes turned toward you
Say somebody get me out of here

Some relative of mine waves the haunch
But below his furry legs are human feet
And I just have these little hooves
I have a boy’s intelligence
But my mind is contaminated with goat