Vikings of New Mexico, and Ireland

The Vikings of New Mexico---raw material for the massive ratted trucks turned out by the brilliant  Pacheco Bros. 

Speaking of Vikings, here's a poem by Seamus Heaney that is really about Ireland, and The Troubles...

NORTH

     Seamus Heaney

I returned to a long strand,

the hammered curve of a bay,

and found only the secular

powers of the Atlantic thundering.

I feel the unmagical

invitations of Iceland,

the pathetic colonies

of Greenland, and suddenly

those fabulus raiders,

those lying in Orkney and Dublin

measured against

their long swords rusting,

were ocean-deafened voices

warning me, lifted again

in violence and ephiphany.

The longship's swimming tongue

was buoyant with hindsight--

it said Thor's hammer swung

to geography and trade,

thick-witted couplings and revenges,

the hatreds and behindbacks

of the althing, lies and women

exhaustions nominated peace

memory incubating the spilled blood.

It said, "Lie down

in the word-hoard, burrow

the coil and gleam

of your furrowed brain.

Compose in darkness.

Expect aurora borealis

in the long foray

but no cascade of light.

Keep your eye clear

as the bleb of the icicle,

trust the feel of what nubbed treasure

your hands have known.