Perhaps your god but my gods are not masters. Odin gifts poetry and Thor protects. They inspire but do not govern me. Your god demands you kneel. My gods expect me to stand.
May the friend of ravens cast Gungnir over MAGA so his friends may feast. May Thor stand beside us with Mjolnir as we slay the modern giants of greed and hate.
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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