He-Goat (Animals) by D.H. Lawrence

See his black nose snubbed back, pressed over like a whale's blow-holes, / As if his nostrils were going to curve back to the root of his tail.

As he charges slow among the herd / And rows among the females like a ship pertinaciously, / Heavy with a rancid cargo, through the lesser ships -- / Old father / Sniffing forever ahead of him, at the rear of the goats, that they lift / the little door, / And rowing on, unarrived, no matter how often he enter: / Like a big ship pushing her bowsprit over the little ships / Then swerving and steering afresh / And never, never arriving at journey's end, at the rear of the female ships.