Spring is like a perhaps hand
E. E. Cummings - 1894-1962
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window, into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.
Ragnarok is Like a Boxer's Fist
Azothius
Ragnarok is like a boxer's Fist
(which comes brutally
out of Nowhere)deranging
a landscape, into which people gawk(while
people stare
deranging and destroying inflicting
brutally there an horrific
thing and a tragedy here)and
destroying everything brutally.
Ragnarok is like a boxer's
Fist in a landscape
(brutally to
and fro moving Unprecedented and
Historic things, while
people stare brutally
ripping a critical
thread of ecosystem here disrupting
the air stream there)and
withall breaking everything.
Ragnarok: The Final Destiny of the Gods
quotes from the retelling by Neil Gaiman
Fenrir, the great wolf, will free himself from his shackles....Flames come from his eyes and his nostrils. Where Fenris Wolf walks, flaming destruction follows.
There will be flooding too, as the seas rise and surge to the land. Jormungundr, the Midgard Serpent, huge and dangerous, will writhe in its fury, closer and closer to the land. The venom from its fangs will spill into the water, poisoning all the sea life. It will spatter its black poison into the air in a fine spray, killing all the seabirds that breathe it.
There will be no more life in the oceans where the Midgard Serpent writhes. The rotten corpses of fish and whales, of seals and sea monsters, will wash in the waves.
All who see the brothers Fenrir the Wolf and the Midgard Serpent, the children of Loki, will know death.
That is the beginning of the end.
The misty sky will split apart, with the sound of children screaming, and sons of Muspell will ride down from the heavens, led by Surtr, the fire giant, holding high his sword, which burns so brightly no mortal can look upon it. They will ride across the rainbow bridge, across Bifrost, and the rainbow will crumble as they ride, its once-bright colors becoming shades of charcoal and ash.
There will never be another rainbow.
