Ancestor

[feelingisfirst]

You begin by spinning a dream of Odin
among the birch trees
you place the runes
home you say
ancestor is next
you mix the stones
that dance like foam
on a riverbed:
the lone wolf
howling a chilling tune
a hawk
with prey in its claws
and so many trees
a labyrinth of trees
circled by two raven nests.
Odin
the wind never allows my flesh to rest
the mad gypsy
laughs
mixing the stones
that spell ancestor and home
and so many trees
a labyrinth of trees
possessed
of dreamless death.