Death

Nomad

The written word is all I have
If I had anything else I would give it to you
Although this desert is cold during nights
-then i take off the chameleon skin and talk to the planets-
Still the ether burns in the daytime
Like wild geeze in airplane engines
Like how sanity of exile
Whispers away as conscience
Of adulterous eyes
And the weariness of being exhausts me
And how would I know how to deal with that?
Since my psychologist retired on the third visit
And left me hanging like lynched ideals from imaginary trees of life
Worn out as beggar shoes I reside in these sand storms
Feeding of the cactuses like camels in Arabia
Then I scribble subjective universal truth on worthless papyrus pieces 
Found in some back alley monastary of heretical desert fathers
And leave it for the sheep to digest
Or to ignore like thorns and thickets
In the pastures of their mind’s oasis
As my mind is all over the place
It is wandering like driftwood on the oceans
I am not yet domesticated
But the universe rocks us to sleep in the cradle of societies
We get spun together by merchant plots behind the set
Only to jog in our hamster wheels of misfortune
And revel in melancholy as do as Nordic folks and speak mundanely about the weather
Yet you don’t have to surrender 
To the passing of time
And let the desert heat make you weak and disillusioned 
So that you wander off for forty years
Awaiting unrepentant death of your murmering flesh
Just lift your eyes and elevate your trail
And I will write you the map to your ports by the ocean
Past the prisons of Gaza
Where we can all drink of the saltwater
And become the light of the world
Once and for all

Ironminer: hero

The past is like a dream, and I cannot understand the present

my mind is thick fog like black powder smoke

I feel like the king when he rode into death in Lütsen

nights are my only sanity

days are like plays on a set

the curtain was closed but life wouldn’t pause

I met people in the street and they weren’t grieving

I wanted to stop them and let them know

I still do sometimes 

I want to explain to them who you were and that now you are not

how can that be?

where are you as I write this?

are you still in the cabin

by the work bench in the tool shed
by the lawnmower

did you check the spark plugs this year

did you hook up the pump from the lake yet?

I will help you when I get there

don’t worry

we will make it through another summer

did Sven catch any fish from his pier yet

did he say?

does Rune still come by for a glass of whiskey?

and grandma is making her famous lingonberry jam?

do you know?

soon we will have our midsummer celebration

I grew some potatoes and we’ll have the first batch then

and grandmas pickled herring

it will be the way it it’s supposed to 

and Nadja will sleep on the porch

and everything will be the same

and Hannas bible in the cupboard by the fireplace

the ww2 german bayonet on the wall

tell me again, who did you trade it with?

are you still taking walks on the old dirt road

do you still carry that same good staff?

did you really quit that chewing tobacco?

but still keep some in the fridge of course

just for now and then

and there’s only crap on tv
like always right?

and then its new years and I am there

with just you and grandma

I have sparklers from the store and chips and we all watch Dinner for one

before the bells toll for our future 

like in a funeral chapel

I will tell you about the fish I cought

I know you’re too old to go out there with me

but just last year you were walking?

and I came to the hospital every time you fell or had a stroke

I dropped everything and left

I drove three hours in two and was there before you had even seen the doctor

I met grandma in the ER doors and just walked right in

I told the nurses to go and see you and to not let you wait

I was there all the time

I would have given you my heart if they would have taken it and used it

I would have cut and ripped it out myself with my own hand and the Mora knife

I visited you every time you were in the hospital

bought you car magazines and fika bread

every time but this time

I couldn’t come

I was on the other side of the world

I wanted to go

I should have still gone

but I betrayed you

I didn’t mean to

I didn’t want to

I wanted to be there with you

I wanted to die in your place

I wanted to let you know all
that our culture can’t say

I wanted to heal you and save you

from 95 years

from heart failure

from death