"This is just the tip of this nightmare."
"serial motets"
the sword-whisperer · whacks us with his absence
paints pictures · all titled Hellscape
the swamp swallows up · our swag our markings
only in memory · is the mincemeat iron
"Now even the noblest
need watching. Trust's breeders
embrace arch blasphemers;
even friends' oath turns evil.
Let them fear the slow-faring
fuse of your cautiously
stooped and lightly-stepping
stealth, while your beard's healthy."
—in Crimsoning the Eagle’s Claw: The Viking Poems of Rǫgnvaldr Kali Kolsson, trans. Ian Crockatt.
@Arc_Poetry 2014 (via @RNOCOrkney & @scotlit)
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