A priest from a different land
Fulminated
Against heather, black stones, blown water.

Excommunicated the clouds
Damned the wind
Cast the bog pools into outer darkness
Smote the horizons
With the jawbone of emptiness

Till he ran out of breath —
In the teetering moment
Of lungs empty
When only his eye-water protected him
He saw
Heaven and earth moving.

And words left him.
Mind left him. God left him.

Bowed —
The lightning conductor
Of a maiming glimpse — the new prophet —

Under unending interrogation by wind
Tortured by huge scaldings of light
Tried to confess all but could not
Bleed a word

Stripped to his root-letter, cruciform
Contorted
Tried to tell all

Through crooking of elbows
Twitching of finger-ends.
Finally
Resigned
To be dumb.

Lets what happens to him simply happen.