My platform tomb
From sorcerers within: your deadly doom we wilted, waiting for your train to leave. A panting breath we heard its hiss of fumes you clung to life in pain, I […]
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The poison spell
The darkness lurking deep among the pines is that the poison spell that filled your veins? or dead canaries in the depth of mines? The rays to cure became our […]
The road of life
On roads of life where thistles grow the iron-heels of soldier’s boots are planting crosses row by row. When passing us the men in suits enjoy themselves, undress our girls. […]
A heavy cart
His breath, a heavy cart beguiled with mud so near his journey’s end He’s wigged with ash — his crown has sliced the shade with threads and filaments — a […]
Tick-Tock
tick-tock of my jaded clock tick-tock burning sofas snuff the embers tick-tock feed the starving kilns tick-tock mute the wolves employed to choke the members capture words as capsicum bitter […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 