Hard screams the oil harpy. Swollen spores rub. Outside the
crows freeze. The heavy dark pearl blasts in my back. The heavy
dark vein is sucked toward the teeth. Harpy in the room of
wood breathes hard so hard against walls.
Outside oaks glitter. Outside
the leather sweats. Outside the horses sing. It’s shining
so closely from fear and iodine, and hard screams the oil
harpy. I lick
I lick syrupy sap. An opaque ointment is painfully left on
the brown mouth. Outside there is a break in this now in this
heart of darkness the genes.
Harpy in the mouth of wood screams hard against the bulging
Translated from the
Swedish by Johannes Goransson