insilence-iobserve:

“Weariness has settled in my bones

Death rattles on my tongue

You stay beneath Yggdrasil’s leaves

Looking hale and young

My heart beats heavy in my chest

My blood has run its course

You stand there solemn, waiting

The mother of my horse

My eyes close in Death’s embrace

I hear you softly cry

And in the dreams of Life I find

The reason why I die

You wait beside the hanging Tree

The vigil long, it lasts

Into Gap and darkened reach

The Runes I find at last

My ever-sweet companion

My brother in the blood

My lover who waits beneath my feet

Within the puddling mud

I lose you for a moment

Forever and an age

My soul crying out across the Worlds

I cannot see your face

Then as sudden as I left

My eyes open wide

Yet only one sees your face

The one that’s left behind

Life comes to me in sudden haste

You help me off the Yew

You bind my wounds and tend my ills

Beloved and renewed

Sacrifice to he

Who held his vigil long

Who loves in spit of all I’ve said

In spite of all I’ve done.”

-Loki, Sarenth Odinsson

Solidarity Unionism, Occupy, and the moral right of the working class to control the workplace

Solidarity Unionism, Occupy, and the moral right of the working class to control the workplace