PALM SUNDAY
When fishes flew and forests walkedAnd figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was bloodThen surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cryAnd ears like errant wings,The devil's walking parodyOn all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,Of ancient crooked will,Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,I keep my secret still.
Fools, for I also had my hour,One far fierce hour and sweet,There was a shout about my earsAnd palms before my feet.
'The Donkey' ('The Wild Knight').
'The Donkey' ('The Wild Knight').
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