Every night at the stroke of eleven
the dead forest comes.
Painstakingly sawn up and stacked
on the train’s many wagons
The train is long. Very long.
And a rising wind once sung
through all the tops of the trees.
English translation by John Irons of "Den döda skogen" from "Elden och döttrarna.Published in the general realization that the Swedish forest-industrial complex has managed to devastate more than 90 per cent of Swedish primeval forest and is still going on.