By the Hoof of the Wild Goat

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936)

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 By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed
    From the cliff where she lay in the Sun
    Fell the Stone
    To the Tarn where the daylight is lost,
    So she fell from the light of the Sun
    And alone!

    Now the fall was ordained from the first
    With the Goat and the Cliff and the Tarn,
    But the Stone
    Knows only her life is accursed
    As she sinks from the light of the Sun
    And alone!

    Oh Thou Who hast builded the World,
    Oh Thou Who hast lighted the Sun,
    Oh Thou Who hast darkened the Tarn,
    Judge Thou
    The sin of the Stone that was hurled
    By the goat from the light of the Sun,
    As she sinks in the mire of the Tarn,
    Even now--even now--even now!

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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One Response to By the Hoof of the Wild Goat

  1. Pee Nut says:

    I don’t understand this one. Allusion to Islamic hordes?

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