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 4500 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