Judas goat (disambiguation).
A defiled dove, a blemished lamb, and a garment grey as a tempest walk on water.
"In stockyards, a Judas goat will lead sheep to slaughter, while its own life is spared."
Is it sand or crushed seashells smothering the shore where a scapegoat - the vessel of violence, not like steel clashing against steel, but of lips against skin - waits to shepherd them to the slaughterhouse?
"In stockyards, a Judas goat will lead sheep to slaughter, while its own life is spared."
Goat eradication on San Clemente Island
"eliminated 28,000 goats on the island.... Some feral goats were able to find cover in the rugged terrain"
It tries to feel the fringe.
Instead, the hemorrhage holds it by the horns, its hands fashioned from the silver for which it purchased its pulse and sold the sun.
"Between 1989 and 1991, a dozen radio-collared Judas goats were used...to locate the remaining feral goats."
"eliminated 28,000 goats on the island.... Some feral goats were able to find cover in the rugged terrain"
no cover
"eliminated 28,000 goats on the island.... Some feral goats were able to find cover in the rugged terrain"
no goats
Its name is Iscariot, Traitor of Traitors
When it looks on its works, does it despair?
"In stockyards, a Judas goat will lead sheep to slaughter, while its own life is spared."
a Judas goat will slaughter its own life
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Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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s.o.c 5
son of sapiens asks if i can sleep i ask you this sapiens i am son of megalodon i stream through salt i and my siblings sapiens names fossils i could not sleep then and i could not sleep in the womb because my blood longed to drink my blood and i cannot sleep out of my mother water my eyes permanently open peering into the depths because to orca crocodile dolphin seal to all i am prey yet sapiens paints me as predator as he severs my fins from me and lets me sink into sea intestines and sapiens says it is okay because i feel no pain as if the water does not sear my flowering wounds and sting my gills and i do not lie there gasping because of his lies so i ask you son of sapiens if you can sleep and if so how can you sleep?
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Gosh this waa so hard hitting! Loved your poem!