Rest your body
in this cemetery
And in my backpack
You’ll find your soul

One arm on the damp grass
Close your eyes
breathe in the harsh air
Cough
Cigarettes are to blame

Blank tombstones and timeless graves
Carve our names in cursive
Drink in their honor
Rest your head on a tree trunk
Sleep now
A peaceful death

Awoken by the morning mourners
Frozen tears, frozen trees
Stockholm, have we not shivered enough?
Inhale
Heaven on earth
Exhale
Heavenly warmth

Afternoon strolls
The dead crawls
knees dancing
Let’s find shelter
A permanent home
Let’s dig a hole