When St Patrick Met the Druid
When St Patrick met the Druid
Seeing is believing, but really
there were no snakes to start with
It's not a miracle
to drive away the invisible.
He was a gaunt man
inflamed with the need to prove
he was no swineherd;
Patrician of Ireland
refusing to acknowledge an Ollamh
A Doctor of Knowledge, a poet.
He has no subtlety of words
but speaks quickly without reflection
eager to fill the space between us
With reflections on his God
I ask him, what three things
make a man of honour?
He does not know the answer
He is no initiate.
Yet he has fire, this slave turned master
I can see him devouring us all.
I waste no more words on him;
He cannot hear what I say.