We Reap What we Sough
Such a strange thing – that which makes the downfall of Baldr.
A purple vine, nettled and creeping up a wall of stone
and mortar – lifting up, but made to falter.
Like the whetstone – which caused the war, and in so doing,
murdered the farmers it was meant to help.
Leaving Odin to finish the mountainous chore.
The aftermath of that first sacrifice – no matter the effort,
the furrowed earth does not lend its strength to the one
who wields the sickle – that cuts himself short.
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