Ten hundred and one


Ten hundred and one
Aelfric wanders across land
Wind-blown ash-strewn
Forgotten purpose,
Looks out to sea,
Where Holland will be
One day: the low lands.
They aren't born yet.

Should have robbed
That grave he thinks
Lotsa gold in there
Left by the Nor-folk
Or was it the Suf-folk

F***-folk. Wishes he
Could ride the whale-road
Out of here: out of this place;
There's a girl from Norway
With nice tits: blonde

Is she real? As real as the girls
From east of Wessex - that is to say
Essex. That is to say: here.

Anyway, it's all going to end soon,
So what's the point?
It doesn't matter
Cause Hredeobert wanders up and stabs
Him in the back. He shouldn't have
Chatted up his bird. Should he?


Robert Katz