what pulls you North with the wolves
sullen child, what dark stars guide you?
your will bends trees like the wind,
unstoppable as gravity
what troubled thoughts crease your brow?
you fell strangers with hip-shot stares,
the Navajo name you Dark Cloud but
your face betrays you, weary and carrion-eyed
with an iron heart anchored in Helgafjell
you stumble under ice,
scouring abandoned horizons for your last harbour
there are no more monsters left to slay!