Voices on the Wind Voices on Aging
Epitaph for Foes by James F. Gaines Sometimes growing greyer I dream of old enemies But awake and look around To see all have left me Probably they’re in those depths The kingdom of the troll princess Hel Cold halls, bad light, worse food, Like the meanest Soviet hotel Above all no service Some foes had chutzpah I grudgingly admire But I can’t think of one Who waits for me in Valhalla