We Are The Vikings

WE ARE THE VIKINGS

By JCSTREET ©

riding, riding
pouring out of our longships at dawn, so
hearty and hale with desire
into the village of the Irish to
plunder and carry off women, when we
arrive our bellies are thin, but
when we leave our bellies are fat
fat with wassail and beef, our
loins are empty from the women, we
ride out fat holding
screaming women to our saddles, it they fall
they fall, but if they climb up behind they will
live with us, become one
with us, riding, riding and
riding again but always
in a circle round the coast, we
know how to fight before armies are mustered, to take
our tribute and leave, to
fill our bellies and empty our loins, to
fill our larders and move on, to

take back the red-haired maidens to
strengthen our tribe, their
issue become the new Vikings, riding, riding

to more plunder, we
live simply at home, farming
fishing and hunting and breeding the
red-haired maidens we have brought home, it
is a better land for them, it

strengthens them as they learn our ways, as they
bring the red-blonde children
out of their thighs, screaming to the mid-wives who
paint wine on their lips as they labor, the

mid-wives suckle their breasts as they issue, one
on each milk-fat breast, suckle the fat nipples of the
red-haired maidens as they issue

to ease the passage, we

take them back to Ireland to plunder their grandparents, to
plunder their kin, to take more
and go riding, riding, riding with bellies fat, loins empty
of the freckle-faced maidens whom they have loved, we

are the Vikings

-30- Kingston, Ontario, May 23, 2004