“Slings and arrows”

A crow atop a pole

Is hooting blackly

Violin strings

Meander down

And voices pass crowded

Wind to my hair

Whipping me around

I enter the cavern

Where I’m told to go

Flames forge

Peace of earth

The light within

Me and her overcoming

The iron press

Of the whole human universe

Thud of soft earth within

A reign of arrows

Cal Kalve