"Otherworld--The Scent Of Mag Mell"
Oh Living Christ and Gods Galore--I swear I did smell
The kind and gentle, shifting-nature of a Nun goddess ornamented so well
In a black wolf pelt of wonders possibly eternal,
Pulling my life force unto her milky maternal;
Alas, only as a poor man coyote can I somewhat claim,
And as an American--to the Irish we have not as much fame;
Nevertheless, the Liberty-Loving Shapeless Divine need a habitat too--
I will follow the enchanted sailors beyond the turf of Emerald Hue.
