Rope-burn
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