unbound sky wolves

slaver their granite miasma

then grizzle above and around.

 

Odin’s bane, biding

such furious a discharge

set amongst  heofon to scourge

 

a panic of flight

where the divided are devoured

in a geraz ecstasy

 

the four stags bellow

a chilling blast

of spittle drenched

breath

 

Yggdrasil’s children

tremble and

shake their wiry heads

 

then  pliant,

as the tossed vessels

forged of their progenitors

osseous sacrifice,

become compelled to stoop

and kiss their

mother’s back

 

while the aged hurl death,

with their breaking bones,

into the midst of this

wailing blue

rage of harts

 

yet those raven’s

maintain a recondite

reserve

 

and await the scavengers

dividend

with no words

for Odin’s ears