a short north on the way to arabia

dumas fils
1802
a mauve sunlight
washes away
a nation

chaucer lost
merciles
beaute

beowulf
your
tollund man
was
seamus heaney's
epiphany

all northern magi

from this land of fragrant bark
i an oasis
of unclear but also water

two lands, tollund
two shams, dumas and sun, son
and you geat, gael
sail with me
here
slightly north
of
frankincense