Scathing fire
‘bout boiling waters –
Twilight Of The Gods.
Catastrophe befalls us;
has befallen us.
The World Tree pulls up poison
from the grieved ‘n harrowed soil.
The Seer-Woman, staff in hand,
made clear the lay of fate
so long before, and yet…
It now befalls us.
I don’t know how to live
when I’m living through
the onset of Ragnarök.
Image credit – Yale Climate Connections
william altoft 