Reworked poem: Goat People

I didn't change much at all regarding the words, but did change the line structure. I like it better. Below is the reworked version; you can see the original here.

goat people

dusk, goats stuck in straw

big round bulbs of white light shine down on the little one covered

in its mother’s birth slime, the squishy pop of its arrival from

birth canal to asphalt still loud in my ears.

i am startled by the throw back dress of the goat people: suspenders

holding up pants, small smashed-on-heads-hats, shirtless, sweat,tattoos,cigarettes doing the dangle from the, yep,toothless owners

many seem to barely notice, this goat just born

while we look on, some holding up their kids to look, 

their feet kicking above the short flimsy wire fence

i move on, disgusted not by birth or slime or even dirt smugded and spitting goat people but the All-American families at this circus

this carnival, tacky venue hawked as wholesome,welcome, an economy boon, educational opportunity, fun fucking outing.

later,tigers snarl, elephants slow-motion their moves, the caged ones 

roar and trumpet behind the tents.

muck, sticky straw, stale oil, greasy lights, flaked paint once red, now brown sticks to our skin as we make our through the hot crowds on this circus night.

regan lee

reworked 6/2017