The Long-haired Lorries

Niels Hav

September's the month of the lorries
heavy with hay, and along the lanes
lie edgings of loose straw.
School has long since started
and time's gone quiet and closed away
in dead nests summer has forgotten
in the enormous forest of the reeds.

The membranes shrivel in the eggs
and the half-hatchlings
abandon their own bones
to seep through the tiny pores in the shells —
a scent, a trace
of obituaries in the September wind
as it moves now forward up the road
to comb the lorries' tangled hair.

translated from the Danish by Heather Spears