Author Kenneth Rexroth For that goatfucker, goatfooted Pan, Teleso stretched this hide On a plane tree, and in front Of it hung up his well cut Crook, smiter of bloody-eyed wolves, His curdling buckets, and the leash And collars of his keen-nosed pups. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments