The General Synopsis At 0600

the four stags bellow
a chilling blast
of spittle drenched
breath

Yggdrasil’s children
tremble and
shake their wiry heads

then pliant,
as the tossed vessels
forged of their progenitors
osseous sacrifice,
become compelled to stoop
and kiss their
mother’s back

while the aged hurl death,
with their breaking bones,
into the midst of this
wailing blue
rage of harts

yet raven’s
maintain a recondite
reserve

await the scavengers
dividend
with no words
for Odin’s ears