Dies Irae [rethought]

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.