Orc Poems

I

Dark Fires in heart

Bright Fires on fields

Crunch of bone and wail and moan

The first cries of Spring

II

I like teeth gristle

It worms like maggot in gums

Ache and ache

Then new tusks burst free

III

Dorf taste like chicken

Dorf taste like pork

Dorf needs lickin

When

Dorf on a fork

IV

Orc is

Heart blood

Flesh mud