elder-god carrion and a world dreamt
eclipsed by the worms of our ilk 
burrowed and tunnelled 
syphoned and sustained
by the blood and brains of greater things 

formless, unwitting children of Ymir
separated from the nothing by the everything
wringing meaning from a crackling void
and order from the blank slate of chaos.

set into motion, our nature
of tides eating tides
the old falling to the new 
rising and collapsing, end over end
calamity consuming , rising and falling
in an ever writhing universe.

It was our destiny to kill our gods as ours were slain:
It was carved into our skin on a whim 
change written , stamped, hewn and shaped 
from the moment we washed up on shore
restfully unmade at the feet of Odin, Vili and Ve

our nature is not a malefactor 
It simply is.

washing over, ebbing back
the dreams of a giant
forever