The Iron Kantele
many years later
when you return from your journeys
will I have kept my word
will I have acquired that jawbone of a pike
or have I fallen in misfortunes
will my breath smell like fear
let me lower my arms while I still can
when it still feels like the life of a human
let me radiate dreams
penetrate me here
teach me humility
attach strings to me
play my tune
the folk of forest is blind in the city
the devil led it here
handed it spades
made it dig a grave
a memorial for the mundane
runes steam in earthy pits
schemes proceed on highways
towards destruction and damnation called profit
I ask ask ask you to return from your journey