I often dream of huge numb buildings

jet-black sinister architecture

being installed when nobody sees

Their appearance so sudden

that few would take notice



And when I wake up

I imagine being crushed by one

imagining its weight its silence

and the absence of excuses for a havoced life

and the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone



Jotun



A body of black

that carried no reflection

defying its own room

un-earthly eggs of decreation



There would be colonies

mushroom-scattered forever out of context

rising spores from a dying world

to pollute to chase away what´s left



Sun-white pulverised desert stone

and serpentine lizard mouths

Pales away the pyramids

rewriting 4500 years of history

raping the statue of liberty

outplays the acropolis

inverting the fjords

invades the New-York skyline to

dream its own existence in one single final word



Jotun



Can we identify them

as the flint buried in our reptile skulls

or the time-bomb coded in our dna