The Goat

HIS conscience held his passion on a tether
As a wanton goat is fastened to a stake.
The fragile bond that held the two together
Was always taut — not quite enough to break.
Callow romanticism, in youth,
Disguised desires by which he was molested.
Much later he, confronted with the truth,
Could not forgo the virtue he detested.
And thus, forever tugging, yet restrained,
He chafes, the painful collar round his throat;
Takes pride in the convention he’s maintained,
But still remains, at heart, a thwarted goat.
R.S.