autumn / efterår

autumn comes out

a crow's beak

with that triple caw

before dawn

that's how leaves

begin to assume the colours

of their dying

and the sons and daughters

of god begin to burn

wood and wear socks

                                 (if they don't already

                                  because they're ashamed of their feet

                                  and yes, a lot of people

                                  find feet ugly)

cars begin to cough

in the morning

                                 (the closer they are to

                                  your bedroom window

                                  the worse their cough gets)

and the wind will find

every crack in the house

and every hole

in your clothes

and your food gets cold

a lot quicker

you start seeing

old kings and their entourage

hurrying across the muddy fields

weighed down by their armour

and the clouds

made from lead

and mercury

those clouds

that will eventually cover Europe

and awaken the wolves

in men

                                 (but of course

                                  if you live in a country

                                  that never had a king

                                  and never experienced

                                  medieval Europe you'd probably see

                                  something else)

and then begins a season

that isn't meant for ice-cream

...

efteråret kommer ud

af en krages næb

med det tredobbelte kra

før daggry

det er sådan bladene

begynder at antage deres døds

farver

og guds sønner og døtre

begynder at afbrænde træ

og gå med sokker

                                      (hvis de da ikke allerede gør det

                                       fordi de skammer sig over deres fødder;

                                       og jo, der er mange, der synes

                                       at fødder er grimme)

biler begynder at hoste

om morgenen

                                      (jo tættere de er på dit

                                       soveværelses-vindue

                                      desto værre bliver deres hoste)

og vinden vil finde

enhver sprække i huset

og ethvert hul

i dit tøj

og din mad bliver hurtigere

kold

du begynder at se

gamle konger og deres følge

ride hastigt over mudrede marker

tynget af deres rustninger

og skyerne

lavet af bly

og kviksølv

de skyer

der en dag vil dække Europa

og vække ulvene

i menneskene

                                      (men selvfølgelig

                                       hvis du bor i et land

                                       der aldrig har haft en konge

                                       eller oplevet europæisk middelalder

                                       vil du sandsynligvis se noget andet)

og så begynder en årstid

hvor flødeis ikke hører hjemme