St. Padraig Poem by Michael Witkowski

St. Padraig



wealthy above nations
played in the gardens
of those who bred him
but a sudden strike
removed him to the far
coast whosehostility
he humoured
he knew brutish souls
convinced his bishops
to send him back
irish zeal implanted
in who suffered from them
but only the slave
understands his masters well

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