Poetic Edda

What is the subtext in a trees

Fallen

Branches

In the pleasant dialogue of

Water

Over

Stones?

They say this bridge was built in 1954

The new one will say 2026

Does anyone remember who built that first bridge?

Will we even remember that first bridge?

What will the runes mean, to someone who has never seen

them before?

Language is alive

Or so it is said

Which means it can die

What if all that is left of us are these

Small prayers

Etched in pixels

Inked on paper

Wet on tongues

Who will translate the subtle implication of a pronoun then

I

won’t

What will a stanza mean

When a post-apocalypse becomes a protobiome

When microorganisms live, fuck and die in the canyons

of the words we left carved in monoliths?

Will they delight in their ignorance

In their confusion

As one delights in the rustling of leaves

Or the whispers of grass

You may confuse this hypothesis

With hopelessness

But know that there is a warm phosphoresce in

Inevitability

The snow trickles down

To tuck in the northern hemisphere

As the stars tell the earth stories of old

A man sits behind the glass

Trying to say what the stars say

But he knows he could never do the light justice

His legacy is in trying to

In etching his runes so they may play at

Light shining brightly from the past