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Runes 1997

A collaboation with the writer and poet Peter Urpeth,
 his poem was translated into runes and the shapes cut out and covered in goose fat.
It was scattered to the wind. The mud came from the bottom of a river, relating to the poem.

 Winter Blood

The bloods
of winter
warm in the
river's flow
as dusk's
cold low
moon
dissolves
its red
clot where
tree blood
split in an
autumn storm
drifts in corms
over rock
silts greying
in the river's
crura

cold blue
river blood
flows though
my fingers
as I claw the
river bed
for what is
buried there

claw
until I bring
it gasping to
the air
and the river
forks
about me

now
tree blood
can spawn
on the banks
of a mud holm
and

this new island will
be my skin
until a winter storm
brings waters
burdened
with force
split timbers
and rounded stones
upon me
and will shed
the island land
and lie on
dry ground
vunerable to the
hooded crows
until new flesh
grows about me

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