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15 April, 2011. Jagar älg utan vapen eller tanke på annat än en kram. Men älgen har för långa ben och mina är så korta. Dvs. Lönlöst.


Death's Disciples

Death's disciples won't leave me alone,
they tug at my feet, they chew on my bones.
They nibble the flesh so a little blood comes out first,
they'll suck me dry before they have quenched their thirst.

I hear them breathing and I freeze down to the marrow,
I see my flight route stretch too long and too narrow.
I see my long hair when they're done - oh, it billows,
like a crown, or a halo, but with the dead earth as my pillows
the crown will soon rust, the halo will fade
and I'll forever belong to that from which I was made.




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