Between classes

In a university library,

I saw a book entitled

Pornography of Ancient Greece.

I opened the book

To a photograph

Of a finely detailed statue

Of Pan fucking a goat.

I was okay, though;

It was art.

(Two things: First, the goat’s demeanor showed displeasure, a sense of “No! This is wrong! No!” Pan, though, whispered to the goat, “Ssh. It’s okay. Ssh. I’m Pan.” Second, the book was printed by the University of Texas at Austin. Tax dollars used in printing a book plainly labeled Pornography. It was okay, though; it was Austin.