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 wounded wood. 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 veins.

Translated from the Swedish by Johannes Goransson