THE TRUMPETING OF AN IBEX KING
Commander-in-Chief of Everything!
Almighty Potentate on High,
With Horns that reach up to the sky!
Thy Beard is fearsome, long and round,
You leap whole Alps in a single bound,
You snort typhoons when you feel glum
And butt all foes to Kingdom Come.
I'm King of the Mountain Top, like you,
Made in your image and likeness, too,
But I bow my 30-inch horns down low
My full submission to You to show,
(I know how discipline can decay
When lesser creatures disobey,
I too have rules no one may flout,
And dogmas there are no doubts about.)
I'm glad you have no Goddess Peer
Some Female Equal to revere!
One small in size with almond eyes
And thoughts that challenge the strong and wise!
With Son and Ghost, You Males are three,
But united as One essentially:
One Lone Male Monarch with horns uncurled:
A PERFECT GOD FOR A HE-GOAT'S WORLD!
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary