Sige's Men

Sige's Men

Down, under our wings spread,

     yet lower still where our gifts

lie within the whale's bosom,

     deep beyond flame or sweat,

far from Hel's passion or claim

     upon our pale fields, glittering

lilies spread under twilight. Pour

     down some shadows. Our wings

flex like boughs tempest blown:

     unlike apples thrown to earth.

[mourning]