Easter Island – Gullmarsplan, Stockholm


A rising giant, or perhaps a fallen …


An ear, let’s get near.

A rising giant, or perhaps a fallen

Sunken in summers green

Abandoned it may seem.

I can neither scry nor recall when

He was lost in between

A past and a present dream

Let’s worship this piece of modern art,

Or ancient God from the ocean,

He needs our devotion.

Who chiseled the head from a stony bed

And painted it pink do you think?

Who’s the artist – I have no notion.



Photos from the summer of 2010. The big concrete lump might be an old bridge head. It rests in an area of dense vegetation just east of Gullmarsplan. I wrote the poem 21 july 2011.

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