Brendan the Navigator

This land is leprous with the huts of men.
Their radishes are crisp and strong,
But, now, the soil is wounded

though the sea is never wounded
since it mends like Naaman’s flesh behind the wind-plow.

Our fathers told the truth:

“Ignore the images, my son:
they’re barnacles of spirit
holding you in harbor till the wind is fair.
The wind is never fair.”

Our fathers told the truth:

“Despise no images, my son:
though banshee leads you to the smoky edge of Doom
(the Dragon liveth here, and Monsters of the Deep),
the reason for your journey

is the dragon’s keep.”

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