EN (English)Futhorc
Ear is the grave, and the Old English poem ends on it with nothing offered afterwards. The flesh cools inexorably, the pale corpse chooses the earth as its bedfellow, and the last line cancels three of the poem's own runes: the fruits fall away, the joys depart, the agreements between men fail. Read onto a single day this is not a warning about what might happen. It is the part after. Something has finished, the finishing is not reversible, and the day is for handling what is left rather than reopening the question. Do not soften it into a beginning; Dæg already covers turning points.
