Blood Brother

(Odin meets Loki)

A path was lashed in pollen

as Odin strode to shade

boulders animate ahead

argued in guttural scrapes

A pebble and two Jötunn

igneous hands on shoulders

dusted grit, whitened cloak

the smaller spoke in hands

Finger nubs, bark indented

around ash, a head curled

Odin widened, stretched

an ear turned to clout music

The minute speck of giant

mote of lyric blade, carried

a note of unsheathing

Odin and Loki chimed

shined a song of kinship

and left a quarry behind