Picasso’s Goat

By Joseph Fagan

“I am created from nothing” – she says –
“Well, not nothing, but discarded things:
A palm frond is my spine, a wicker basket
my womb; I have ceramic jar udders and
metal genitalia; the rest of me is clamped
together bits of wood and scrap metal.”

“I cannot see through my brilliant eyes
But I believe that you can.”

“I suppose I am one of Picasso’s women.”