- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
BALLAD OF A GAELIC PROPHET
In my brief time upon this earth I learnt of great things done and felt souls’ tendrils gather, swell at wonderful tales sung.
Through all the wanderings I breathed the air which The One spoke and, after each bejewelled night, supped of it when I woke.
But bickering came upon my kin so petty that I wept over which chief should be kingpin. I drew my cloak and slept.
My slumber broke upon this shore, stirred by malignant curse – watched wisdom and evil grow; world’s ears to truth averse.
But as I sadly walked the beach, I heard sea-shells chuckle. Beyond death their tan and peach still held beauty muckle.
I see as from the tallest pole a future without net where some will strive and some will fold beneath crimson sunset.