Dies Irae [rethought]

Thursday, 20 February 2003

With the slight­est touch,
a sleep­ing dragon awakes.
Odin’s ravens, Thought

and Memory,
croak.
They eat mush­room clouds for lunch,

dark rain for din­ner.

Gorged af­ter this meal,
they hear What
the Thunder Says:
’All the world has aged.’

Immolated in

Inextinguishable Fire,

Megiddo is quiet.

Two men lay like sleep,
bow­ing to once fer­tile ground.
Interrupted by

a child with­out eyes,
Winter set­tles on a land
too burnt for lilies.

not very many got this in class, so i thought i’d bet­ter put some ex­plana­tory links here.