I fed a sheep's jaw bone
To a Solstice Fire
How quick the flames rose up
And died away!
The jaw bone was hulled and prowed
Like a Viking longship
It went to its own Valhalla
Its little cremation
Wrapt in crimson shawls
I sit in my life's cold clothes
Their colours fading
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