There were peasants
and hyenas outside his bedroom.
Yes. He saw them through his window.
Men in nightshirts pranced on greenling hillsides.
Seemed like they were running away from unsaddled horses.
Such weirdness. But that's not what he thought.

What was happening?
Just the crunching steps
on the gravel path to the door of another vampire movie?
Just another tracing of the path of Zosimos,
frozen-bearded relic on an andventure?

We don't know
And we are tired of listening out for the old goat's bell.


Has anyone seen my goat, by the way?
I'm sure I saw his beard pointing over the water.