Le Maître d'effroi

The Ragnarokesby Venus

for Dean

There are stairs
Where blue skin

Is washed in flakes from the face

And all that can be heard is a hopping

Long legs and salt for the toad

Falling fire leaps up

From the sudden grey lakes

Steel tumuli runestones

Scored with curses

A broken stone fist clutches hidden seeds

Eyes rise white from the ground

Gripped by ash roots

And I am the whistling of horse omens