The Donkey | 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.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;
– G.K. Chesterton
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
