A poem for Palm Sunday

When fishes flew and forests walked

And figs grew upon thorn,

Some moment when the moon was 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 tatter’d 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.

-G.K. Chesteron
“The Donkey” in The Wild Knight and Other Poems

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