6.11.2008

cervus

eat of the worldtree &
starve out staves
knaves in the wickerwood
he wore the brain thru
life & on the four lakes of
his chest: the dead one,
the unconscious one, the
firewhorl one, the wildwith
one. he fought with a crown
of horns & wrest a wonder.
he takes the rest with a rain.

grass grows thru his guests.