Muninn and Huginn

Shadows of crows

cast upon skies,

brightly do the fires of Muspelheim

burn;

constant, constant,

their wild flight;

the great Fenris maw shut,

serpent poison expelled,

Odin is dead,

Odin is dead.

Fires consume, relent;

no easy rest,

no shoulder of God,

what world will come,

what world will come,

of these Masterless birds—

Memory and Thought?

*Published in The Glass Coin