Ponds of Death

It is good to be back in the city
where you can open a window
without worrying that hornets
the size of small birds
will enter through the window
and eat up the household.

We took a walk in the park,
I drank a Pepsi Max
he ate a small ice-cream
and our girl had a slurp of mommy milk.

The park is idyllic and yet
when you look closer
you notice the horrifying details.


The dead duck floating in the water,
the trash floating around her
the grass tainted with bird shit
and people amids all this
lying on the grass sleeping
because they have nowhere else to go.

A sign with a clever map of the park
reads 'Dödens Dammar' or 'Ponds of Death'
above the actual name of the park.

I should have taken a photo of the sign,
instead I tried to capture the small blue flies
hovering over the surface of the water
but yet again my camera mobile proved itself to be insufficient,
maybe just as well.