What Prophet in Such Things?

´Hey! What´s the square root
of all evil?´ He liked to say
such things.

I liked hearing them, but he never
gave the answers: just repeated
such things.

Day after day:´
´What is feck?
What is gorm?
How can you lack them,
if you don´t know what
they are?´

And he didn´t care for
passers-by to help resolve
such things.

´Where does the soul reside?
What´s its post-code?´ Funny, are they,
such things?

In his mottled, motley coat
he´d shout them
with his cider-croak voice:
in the square,
in front of St Xavier´s,
before the police
moved him on.