Devon Balwit

[I Couldn’t Make This Up]

The Viking Jarl beheads
his enemy, tying his trophy
by blood-matted hair

to his saddle, where,
during the victory canter home,
its teeth pierce his shin,

the loser prevailing,
the blood-sick Jarl
yet another gift to Odin.

Devon Balwit lives scarily close to the Cascadia Subduction Zone. She has six chapbooks and three collections out in the world. Her individual poems can be found in journals such as The Cincinnati Review, apt, Grist, The Sugar House Review, The Carolina Quarterly, The Timberline Review, The Inflectionist Review, Rattle, etc. For more, see her website at:

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