Baldr’s Curse


He gulped a big gaze

at axe smoothed handles

heavy as the moon

shifting with cut air


The dare relied on blessing

that all his peers knew too

well into chortling invocation

him vested in obedience


Baldr hid in a clearing

masked by only eyelids

circled by broken limbs

all weapons blunted, split


Their movement ushered

prayer that the loose

tangs would forever drop

murmur with footfall


Away to warmer hearths

to hang dusty over fire

so Baldr’s frail procession

his crossroad of bruises

would disappear

as smoke in night


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