On hungry mornings, Feichín
became a cormorant,
dived deep into the Atlantic to
retrieve miraculous numbers of fish.
On the rocks of Omey, he often
caused commotions, standing,
arms extended, skin stretched
tight over bones, naked as a newborn chick,
drying his body
in the wind.
When, once,
the
women
of Omey delegated one of
their number to go to him
to chastise
him for his sinful displays, which, their
souls
being jeopardised,
must be the devil’s work; he,
upon hearing their
complaint, reached up
to a shelf,
took down the bones of a meal
and asked,
“Do these bones offend you?”
“No”, she replied.
“Was
I not more
clothed
than these?”
and with that he took a switch
to her and sent her running from his hut.
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