‘upon their goats fall a plague of drought.
upon their firstborns and on all their spawn,
a plague of death. On their harvests a blight.
And on their souls the yoke, the double yoke of oil.’
The Christmas story has this other narrative as well. I had only a few moments to snap off this picture, and I spent most of that time trying to confirm that the cattle express wasn’t actually driven by a goat as well…
The sad lines come from the poem ‘Brother’s Day’ in the volume, Memories of Stone.