Saturday, 19 January 2019

I Settle for Graveyard Orbit

Season after season I live
until oxygen
decay my weary skull and
fimbulvinter makes men uneasy.

Finally the coronial
line breaks.
Magneto sheaths
implode on flesh of
men and gods alike.

What caused this fate?
A fatal break of honor.
I suffer under alligator blows while
avenging death with death and
emptying my cup.

Geomagnetic storms blow
the feedhorn,
deities rule the
snowy darkness.
No more stars while
naked skin goes at
highest bidding.

Dead men riding,
she jokes
at the half empty hangar.
A blue carcass inside a red body;
I eat you while time exist.

Delay.
Solar winds pass between
long lines of men before
the bow shock.
I feel no reconnection as my limbs bend and
Mjolnir forms intoxicated vectors in the night air.


© 2009 PO Johnson

3 comments:

Jenny said...

Ragnarök reference here. Heavy, with a fast tempo. Really great! Thanks for posting and proving that the poetry blog is not dead and replaced by social media, PO. :)

Ande said...

Ragnarök. I kind of know how this poem came about and the Nordic darkness is quite well described in this poem. PO, you old foe I like this one!

po johnson said...

Thank you for your comments.