Alchemisland

I’ve always been a Viking, hewn for smiting

Boat alighting highting mighty Odin

And lightningleader Thor, making sacred noise

Crotal-throated, bearded, flaxen-headed folk

Led here across foam by sunstones

Land in sight: unmighty monks at Lindisfarne and Clonmacnoise

I go red and instead turn Erik the Red into Erik the Dead

If he gets a fell notion in his dead head

Don’t mind his helmet, axe tests whether it was worth traded metal.