trolling

Old Stone



Only a strong or lucky troll
scores a bridge
all-you-can-eat traffic
fresh air, the works

this here rock shelter
it ain't no bridge
really, not a shelter atall
et my share of aborigines
in my day but lately?
few stringy hikers
forget when last I caught one
can't cook neither; a fire here
would lamp me out
to what calls itself the law nowadays

tain't the script I wrote
fresh eyed, eager of tooth
and tongue
but it's the one I sing

we're a solitary folk
but get together anon
ain't seen ary troll in
long and long years
looked, I did, on a time

could snatch me a bridge now
may be, save I'm
cold now
old
hungry
weak
a hiker came by now
I'd have the worst of the meetin
nothing left for me
but take the way of all trollflesh
least my aches'll be gone


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