the last viking

The Last Viking There had been a storm, that uprooted  an old oak that exposed a gave the grave of the last Viking, a rusty  sword beside him its grip was made  fallen stars, he had been a chieftain   When everybody had gone home for tea the Viking checked his body he was a skeleton and nude about it In a workman's hut, he found an overall and boots The last one to say him was outside a lingerie shop was an elderly lady she thought he was trying to masturbate who can blame him after being dead for 500 years, he probably lacked  this fleshy part. At a museum in the Island-Man, I saw  the thumb of a Viking in a glass cage surrounded by jewelry that ladies wore at the time A terrible destiny, fighting and dying  for a cause long forgotten only to end up with his thumb on display