Tuesday, 27 April 2021

Kjell Espmark: 'När jag en junidag drabbades'


When on a June day I was struck

by a pancreas going to pieces

the hospital walls became grey paper

the nurses scurrying ashes

and the air crematorium smoke.

But it framed a miracle:

In my hour of greatest need I saw –

what seemed to be a rowing boat

that was slowly lowered into the room.

It smelt strongly of pitch.

And wanted to take me on board

to be rowed past sleeping waters

to the place where the pike are waiting.


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