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;



One far fierce hour and sweet:



There was a shout about my ears,



And palms before my feet.





