Walking Deadmans Beach
Long before, long long ago
When Christians did not own slaves
Columbus to Galway came it is said
By some who by others are dismissed as knaves.
Walking along the beach one day
On the rocks and pebbles along Renmore
A corpse exotic was washed up
That was never seen before.
He was no Moor, this dead man
That came from waters beyond the mist…
Or from Africa or far Cathay
Known not well, but that they did exist.
That there is in another land far far west…
Columbus to others did say
Words to be rued down through the centuries…
Down to the present day.
Did Native Americans, back in those times
On a skin sail boat journey east?
Carried from the Caribbean on the current warm?
Where from was the deceased?
Did they nearly “discover” Europe?
Who would find them in a few years
Bringing untold misery in the name of God:
Slavery, tyranny and tears.
Today, we set out to explore the stars,
Wonder have others to us have come…
Either could be the Spaniard or the corpse
That we know not where was from…
Maybe, we are better on our own:
Our own planet or our own shore…
What a paradise would America now be
If, what we in hindsight know now, we new before?