The Donkey

A bit of G.K. Chesterton on the eve of 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 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.