Satyr

Only at extreme
moments am I
monstrous, but
that is why
they bring me here,
that is why
they cultivate me.
Purified of
my excesses,
I watch them
aping me, rolling
around in drunkenness,
in grovelling lust,
striking out
with violence.
Yet, even at their
worst, they still
point to me, jeering.
More and more
I need fresh air,
silence, and ponder
the question:
Am I like them?
as I journey back
into the heart of
the woodlands.