HALL OF POETS:POETRY OF THE WEEK - ULF WOLF

HALL OF POETS:POETRY OF THE WEEK

HALL OF POETS POETRY OF THE WEEK goes to 1241-A song written by the very gifted Ulf Wolf

1241-A Song

The thunder you hear
is us on the run
horses and riders
of the rising sun

We ride for the glory
we ride for our lives
we ride for the feeding
of hungry knives

And we ride for our children
we ride for our wives
we add to the glory
with every taken life

We add to the glory
with every taken life

We laugh as you scurry
like mice from a hawk
and we mock the prayers
that you bray and squawk

And we laugh as you cower
we laugh as you cry
we laugh as you either
surrender or die

And we kick where you crawl
we spit where you lie
for those who wish to surrender
dishonor those who die

Those who surrender
dishonor those who die

The grass has grown dark
from the slaughter at hand
and the ground is deceptively
slick where I stand

I swing back on my horse
I ride off with a cry
you grow hard when you kill
you grow strong when you fly

We scatter the children
we saber the old
we heard the remainder
into a fold

High on my horse
I'm a soldier of light
I live for this killing
I live for this fight

And I live for my horse
her body is mine
I sleep on her back
and I drink her blood like wine

I sleep on her back
and I drink her blood like wine

The thunder your hear
is us on the run
horses and riders
of the ever rising sun

© Wolfstuff
http://ulfwolf.com/

To listen to this song performed by Ulf kindly click on the link http://ulfwolf.com/1241






Ulf Wolf here in his own words says a little about himself:

Ulf is a Swedish name that once meant Wolf. So, yes, Wolf Wolf, that’s me. I was born Ulf Ronnquist one snowy night in late October, in one of those northern Swedish towns that are little more than a clearing in the forest.
Fast forward through twenty Swedish years, ten or so English ones, and another twenty-four in the US and you’ll find me in front of an immigrations officer conducting the final citizenship interview, at the end of which he asks me, “What name would you like on your passport?”
And here I recall what a friend had told me, that you can pick just about any name you want at this point, and I heard me say “Ulf Wolf.”
That’s how it happened. Scout’s honor.
Of course, I had been using Ulf Wolf as a pen name for some time before this interview, but I hadn’t really planned to adopt that as my official U.S. name. But I did.
I have written stories all my life. Initially in Swedish, but for the last twenty or so years in English. To date I have written five novels, six novellas and two scores of stories; along with many songs and poems.
My writing focus these days is on life’s important questions (in my view): Who are we? What are we doing here? And how do we break out of this prison?
                                              
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