War--What Is It Good For?

Wyndreth Berginsdottir

Ravens wind-riding
wing the raw ridge.

Battle-trees hard hewn
lie log-piled
ice-white and still
as stones.

Feast, Far-fliers,
railing ravens!
Find the spear-fare
dirt-served and
running red.
Seek the songs
amid the bones;
Eat the stories in
sockets seated;
Thought, Memory,
morbid meals for
Odin's crows.

Silent the spear-dance,
the dead devoured,
Far-fliers weighted
with wordfame
veer to Valholl
Odin to tell
brave tales,
doughty deeds
of Thrud's dead trees.

Welcomed is war's
worthy wind-fall.

© K. Kahan 2/4/2012

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