‘Yggdrasil’

by Tom Saer

Resurface from your lampshade
Watching in dislocation
Threshold of earth

Plastic tears of a shaman
Welded onto my accomplice
Decoration on our perspex

Hope transported
The sand in your smile
My dusty Neptune

Evolve
Cough up your skin like
a man and
Show them
you’re
made
of blood

Out of the whirlwind
The lonely cornerstone
Exchange of heart

Pain never hurt anyone
Who knew what it was
My little Yggdrasil

The Poor Print

The Oriel College Newspaper. Run by students, with contributions from the JCR, MCR, and SCR & Staff. Current Executive Editors: Tom Davy, Joanna Engle and Chris Hill

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