Jotun

I often dream of huge, numb buildings Jet-black, sinister architecture Being installed when nobody sees Their appearance so sudden That few would take notice And when I wake up I imagine being crushed by one Imagining its weight, its silence And the absence of excuses for a havoced life And the privilege of a 22-kilometre tombstone Jotun A body of black That carried no reflection Defying its own room Un-earthly eggs of decreation There would be colonies Mushroom-scattered, forever out of context Rising spores from a dying world To pollute, to chase away what's left Sun-white, pulverised desert stone And serpentine lizard mouths Pales away the pyramids Rewriting 4,500 years of history Raping the statue of liberty Outplays the acropolis Inverting the fjords Invades the N.Y. skyline to Dream its own existence in one single final word Jotun Can we identify them As the flint buried in our reptile skulls Or the time-bomb coded in our DNA