Six Poems

Beginnings

When we were hungry
we tore the waves
and pulled out fish, enough to feed a family
of seals. The raw flesh
excited us. We hunted for more on land,
rabbits and voles,
ripped goats' heads from bristling necks.
We watched the birds
and navigated the air with wood and bone.
At times, we wore
the skins of beasts.



Odin

My moon eye floats
in Mimir's well -

I have drunk deep
from his pool.

I have hung myself
...