The Donkey (Chesterton)

The Donkey

By G. K. Chesterton

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.T

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.

Pax et bonum