We wrote this one together…
Don’t forget the goats
With their scrawny throats
Don’t leave them behind
For you to find
Unwatered, unfed,
Probably half-dead
Because you forgot the goats
We wrote this one together…
Don’t forget the goats
With their scrawny throats
Don’t leave them behind
For you to find
Unwatered, unfed,
Probably half-dead
Because you forgot the goats

A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Good Country People
Labora / Editions
Sutter's Casebook
Betty Duffy
Bitkin
By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
From Empty Hands
The Fine Delight
First Things
Dappled Things
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
Transcendental Musings
The Ironic Catholic
DarwinCatholic
Inside Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
The Lion & The Cardinal (Daniel Mitsui)
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
Ellen Finnigan
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Godspy
Godsbody
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I think the poem represents a deep longing for food.
It’s very obvious to me. The parents are away and drinking margarinas every night, and they irresponsibly forget to feed their children.
Matthew, this is really your first attempt at poetry, wasn’t it? You don’t have to credit the Children. You did a good job. No really you did. It’s really good. I think so.
“Don’t forget the goats.”
That’s a pithy statement if I ever heard one.
Very apocalyptic! An ironic meditation on God’s mercy and a rejoinder to the parable of the goats and the sheep, right?
Jonathan
I didn’t catch that at first, but on re-reading I see that now. Yes very apocalyptic. It is ironic. But I am still picking up deep feelings of abandonment, “Don’t leave them behind” and isolation “Don’t forget”. The writer is obviously tormented.
Also, it is very Gnostic in its appeal to memory. There is the knower and the knower’s relationship to the known. The known is dependent upon the knower for its existence. The anti-realism is palpable here.
Nevertheless the writer keeps a single corporeal toe planted firmly in space-time invoking images of the “half-dead” existing yet unknown and forgotten–perhaps only half-forgotten.
Are you guys picking up Dostoevskian influence?
I’m thinking William Carlos Williams meets Woody Guthrie influence. Although, you can’t discount Russia. I’ve learned that playing Risk.
I must say that this is one of my favorite poems that you have written.
After all, who doesn’t like it?
Monica Lickona, Editor of the Lickona Times
Why thank you, Monica. It really was a joint effort between Father and Son. That’s probably why it’s the best of the bunch.