Hangatyr
Ghosts winter
in my house, and I allow them, so long
as they do not bother the pregnant Man
who gnaws down the walking tree
the World Tree, where Sky hangs.
“Do not muzzle the ox,” I make sure
to say, “ - that carnivorous ox -
that treads out for you the
Ghosts, of holy
men.”
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