We were treated to a recital of this lovely ditty way back in January, on the ferry over to Mazatlan. It´s an appropriate thing to share with y´all for Easter (although more appropriate on Palm Sunday, granted)… and a homage to the long-suffering beast ubiquitous throughout Mexico and Guatemala so far. Feliz Semana Santa!
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.