Angel underneath the ground - Ängel under jorden -
What if
you had nerves made of plastic
my first cry as a child
echoes forever through space
can you hear them?
Mother, I am your child
your gaze was tired and gray
your head so heavy
fixed in a haze of grief
turned to
the choked, the killed,
born with such labour
your arteries chew
your heart sighed
and finally your soul was carried away by the wind
Mom; now you go with the dead