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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
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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