About Me: The Donkey
By G. K. Chesterton 1874?1936
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon w
as blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil?s walking parody
On 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 ears,
And palms before my feet.
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