SCAPEGOAT’S DEFIANCE

Arts and Culture
Written By Scott Robinson

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But the goat, on which the lot fell for the demon Azazel, shall be presented alive before the Lord, to make atonement through it, and to let him go for Azazel into the desert. -- Leviticus 6:10

I kicked the shithouse over in the night,
And ate your kitchen garden in the day;
I made the dogs tuck tale and slink away;
I butted every god-damned thing in sight.
I ate the drying laundry off the line
(You think that’s just a myth? The hell you know!)
Burned incense in the fire down below
And made each winsome doe and nanny mine.
I am the most piss-poor excuse for goat
That ever fouled a farmyard; hate me if
You will. My sins are mine. But just one whiff
Of expiation rite, and I am out.
You put your filth on me, it won’t go well;
You bear your own damned sins to Azazel.

Scott Robinson

Scott has one of those résumés that give HR people a migraine. He grew up amongst the glacial hills and lakes, and long, cold winters of Central New York. He has worked at Renaissance Faires, as, variously, an actor, musician, and a Tarot reader, and at one faire he met his wife, Allison. He taught college music for ten years, then studied to become an Interfaith Minister, in which he concentrated on hospice chaplaincy. He is a professed member of the Third Order of St. Francis, a religious order within the Episcopal Church. He has recently begun the study of Druidry, as part of his quest to "free Christ from his Near Eastern captivity." He has early onset Parkinson's Disease, which is making him less inhibited every day, God help us. He lives in Philadelphia.

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