I wear your rot like a second skin

scapegoat embedded, stitched

and knotted to my closest kin

ghost of you, you live within

following me in, about


escape, escaped, skyscraped

goat, high and mighty

you flout about

naught not really

square at all

the knot, hard taut, but still to bear

there, there, Me – you

entwined like yarn, I breathe a ball

into my lungs, sweet lullabies and candy thief’s

this scapegoat licks his pains and pause

to spot the letch, escapes all wrongs

given to sins and bible songs

the family reeks

of conspiracies, no justice seen


seriously, seriously

he down, he slides the valley last

but that’s ok, he’s risen fast

blinded to the pass, of green

the goblin, the ghost

left unseen

he wretches, writhes and

haunts enmasse, this scapegoat

longs for peace

at last.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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