NaPoWriMo Poem 11 Cut Up

(From The Dream of the Rood lines 10 to 80 every tenth line.)

 

Cast by eternal decree.

Bleeding on the right side.

Torn from my trunk.

Strong and courageous;

 

Clearly this was no criminal’s gallows,

I was all bereft with sorrows;

There powerful enemies took me,

He climbed up on the high gallows,

 

On that Mountain

Submissive with most resolve.

Wearily far from that famous lord;

Terrible sorrows.

 

I have endured many

Then the warriors left me there

He rested there with few followers.

Now the time has come.

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