Mjolir (a poem by Chris Kirkpatrick)

It falls.
The inexorable
Weight of it
Crushing

The sound of thunder
From the heavens.
There is no mercy
From this war-hammer.

It’s unblinking wielder
Does not look away,
His Nordic-blue eyes
Flashing in the sun.

It falls.
No sympathy can stop him.
Some things done
Can never be undone.


Chris Kirkpatrick is the author of two books of poetry, Learning to See from the Blind and Mixed Metaphors and is currently working on his third.

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