THE OARS DIP

THE OARS DIP

the oars dip into
the water
pushing the boat
down the fjord

such are the propulsion
means of history

something stirred, stirring
here that may
in the deep image of
time
   come to fruition, arrive
to embrace me
and confront me

relic
   revealed

the sea
   itself an ossiary

untold bones down
there already

     an every bone a lost
a told story

and amongst these intrepid graveyards
   so much rusted metal
which once flashed terribly,
proclaiming itself
as
   bright steel

my steel
      I find it hard to
bring to memory

as if I could just step into
such a life
   live the life of my blood
and extreme legacy

or am I
being too harsh with myself
missing something
not finding
     the tell-tale, been
here all this time

I see that Ragnar axe
scything through the air
cleaving
    the head off my shoulders

swinging sword of this line
piercing my belly
        Ah, yes this
is it
the very
Ppain I feared

Valkyrie here
on schedule it must be said
carrying me up and off
to beloved
        beerhall heaven of
forever belligerence

or
   insane idea that out there
gliding in stealthily
dragonship
   with my name on it

nearing my shore
        me to
take
     my place

the oars dip
into the water