Johannes Göransson
[The rabble pöbeln is in love]
The rabble pöbeln is in love
with my pests
I carry my kill list
inside the book I use
to press flowers for pöbeln
they want to be
photographed in rust
in abbatoirs with cigarette lighters
their insects faces are too intricate
to describe without needles
I describe them with nålar
I say they look like mina döttrar
look like silver and also
like döda våta löv
Döttrar belong to poetry
when they collapse I write
with my needle and I pull
the tubes out of their mouths
They belong here with me
I will not scratch them out
with my needle I will scratch
them in in in into the photographs
of the twenty-first century
of rats and råttor and rats and råttor
and burning down paradises