Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, July 16, 2020

RAISED FROM THE RELIEF

Invisible
and blind

to his surrounding
climate,

the pallid
spook of a man

one day
lurches forth

from a blizzard
he’s been in

and has worn
like a winter’s hibernation 

all his
somnambulant life.

Privilege.
Advantage.

Raised from this relief,
like a dead man

from a crypt,
awake and more alive

than ever before,
he now sees

his own whiteness
as an oblivion

he must make peace with
and never return to again.

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