rough in my hands
the binding burn
amidst the smoke

and low chatter
at campfires
the night before

the end of all the worlds
as i dangle-kick
my way between the flames

band of brothers
harriers all –
long before legions

the tale twines
umbilicus and noose
to kill and make us dance

how shall i say?
how shall i sing?
by raven whispers and eagle screams

by sound of silence
and ringing whetstone
do thralls die and rise now free

black crow king
feeds his household well
i have board

and a story to tell