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Dagger

A famous tale

From the far north

Says hunters of wolves

Dip a double-bladed dagger

In fresh bold

Plant the hilt in ice

And leave it in the snowy wild

The hungry wolf

Whiffs the blood from afair

Especially in the pure sharp air

Beneath the high and icy stars

And quickly finds the bloody lure.

Licking up the frozen cloths

he cuts his meaty tongue

And laps his own warm blood

From off the hard cold blade.

And he will not stop

Until he collapses

Bloated with his own blood.

If wolves are like this

Heard to hunt as they are

Then what about the people

And even whole nations

Especially ours

That can't get enough

Of our own blood

And would sooner die out

Than come to se

That a bloody dagger

Will be all

The monument

And cross

That is left

Above us.

(Translated by Ann C. Bigelow; Source: lyrikline)