Comments about John Doyle
Do you know the fear of the earthworm?
See it battling with idols,
Drowning in an ocean of confusion and fire.
Trapped by vampires who do murder,
Down the bloody battlefields
Of centuries at war with my brother.
On the great moving masses of our earth I lie,
Waiting for immortal sleep to come
And abide in my dreaming,
Of fathomless days ‘neath a great sea of hope,
Searching for that unending joy,
Nor suspended from some unwanted sorrow.
O ancient fathers’ of my earlier days,
Raise up my spirit before the blazing sun