A few mentions in the books of
those sail-brought foreigners from
beyond the brooding gray sea,
an inscription or two in churches,
scattered mentions in poems
written down in the long dusk of
fading kingdoms, in a southern land
enstranged; thus they died, the kingdoms
of the northern woods and valleys
along cold streams. Not from
the Saxon steel, but from
the fading of the memory
with the language
of their people,
a most fatal
wound.
01.01.2023
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