What would the Norsemen feel
jumping from turrets to courtyards
scurrying their soldiering ways
through passages of gold
drinking wine, dark as a blood clot
taking a pee over the moat
in nights of full moon
silver echoes of Mediterranean folks
keeping a watch on the turquoise
through the openings
of your cannon vaults
positioning the loads
to break the roaring bellies
of the enemy boats.
