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Courtesy of Others ~
Icy Cold the Body
Lay
Isa holds things kept from rot.
Caught in time, held in winter’s rime
Yielding not a single day.
Cast off life
Of joy and sorrow.
Lost to love there’s no tomorrow.
Damn the deed but bless the dead.
To know one’s legends
Hugin says is grounding of the body
Ever. Munin calls; “ever ever!”
Bright of brain and blessed
Of bone.
Dead of limb, not
Yet stone.
Laid in the ice house ‘til spring thaw.
All life has fled
Yet death’s not all.
©
Jackie Hannigan 2012
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