"No; to be once in doubt
Is once to be resolved:
exchange me for a goat" – Othello

When I think of goat
I think of you
hunched over a white bowl
your curry violently disagreeing.

I think of that fibro shack in Tamarnui
walls like skin
flaming wood wafting skywards
the pet goat shackled to the clothes line.

When I think of goat
I think of Uncle Russell
and his hillbilly porn
of goats and of men with large appendages.

I think of the brown and white beasts
feeding on the side of the F6 in June,
vehicles barrelling past
smart enough not to cross the line.