Valhalla's divorce court

Our story should not be tossed and crushed,
one to be told, booming in great halls
with dripping goblets and roaring fires,
boar's legs, pig's heads and laughter.
Not lost to papers, shuffled on table tops
picked at by who, has what, and not.

Our village smashed, hammer and axe,
babies wrapped and passed crying,
my chest opened with a signature,
anger stayed but at what cost?
I bathe with melting candles,
pennies swapped for pound coins
on eyes that wont open; without you.