From “Summer”

There were lilacs my body

was juned I was reckless

with my breathing

I was handsome

even for june even with

the peculiar dew dripping

down my forehead I could tell

what I was looking for

a sound ett ljud nej

ett oljud f ör min oskuld

eller the sound of debt

the virgin sound of nightingales

when they are poisoned

I was poisoned

jag drack giftet

jag var golvad and now

on the floor I can’t

breathe I make a sound

I should never have

taken these seeds in

my mouth now I can’t leave

sommaren pours through

my throat my throat was made

for summer it’s horrifying

to play king me

with my beautiful throat

in summer I refuse

to bury this body Lillian

in summer but I can’t hear it

here detta är en elegi king

me king me detta är en elegi

till sommaren king me out