Courtesy of Others ~
I am he who sits alive in the burial mound
Dead men's tales tickling my ears.
I am he who lies panting
Spent seed cleaving your body
Entwined and renewed again.
For far too long you've ignored me
Looking for blind eyed wisdom
While your life's own galdr calls to me
Beating blood betrays your truth
Chanting my own true name.
I am never safe and civilized
Animal rage is my son
Lust is my daughter
The will to live my legacy
Know me truly, or waste not my time
Through bone and blood
Spit and shit
I rise, and live, and take
In death and life and death again
© 2006 Wayne Earl. All rights reserved.
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