Nobody,
Will ever believe you.
Reading dark spells,
Past stroke of midnight.
Tracked in this Century,
By glow of digital clocks.
Clicking forward –
Seconds.
These are poems,
Imbued with soul –
Then set ablaze.
Viking Funerals,
With added gasoline.
You’ll read them once.
Never again.
Lost to time.
Viking Funerals \\ “Nobody Will Ever Believe You.”
