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.