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~ Non-Norse Poetry by me ~ 



The Excavation


No need to eat it. For his soul

Was sated at the sight, and fed

On one thing life had left untouched.


It did not wither with his years.

The vision's lustre, bright as blood,

Stayed speckless when his heart turned dust.


He took it with him to the mould -

A dream of life, and life of dreams.

Perhaps one day the seeds would rise.


He was beyond their shovels' reach.

The smell of apples filled the grave.



2005 Michaela Macha


License: This poem may be freely distributed, provided it remains
unchanged, including the copyright notice and this License:

This work by Michaela Macha (www.odins-gift.com) is licensed
under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives License


Image: "Excavation", Yngve Oliver Eriksen, used by permission. More by him at Artwanted.com