The Icelandic connection - 01.06.2010, Síða 47

Vol. 63 #1
ICELANDIC CONNECTION
45
Viking Raider
Silent as a sleeping ram,
The longboat glides.
Inside, the harbingers of death
Joust with mouth,
Crudeness pouring to the four winds
Which are owned by Old Norway.
We all have a past,
Except those that have been
Earth-elevated to the exalted position
Of gossiper,
Where there is no internal evil.
But what of our other past?
The string of loins trailing back
To the wherever.
Great, great, great
To half an eternity,
Grandfather,
Were you a shield carrier?
An axe bearer?
For want of a more refined term,
A bloody monster?
I stare across great waters
For the answer,
But the deeps do not reply.
They are quiet —
Silent as a sleeping ram.