Hundredelaven is the name of the bus
for one hundred and eleven hours
it goes into town
and now with David next to me
We carry some stuff together
we wear the same clothes
carrying hatred and rural shame
we hide our smell
Autumn light
casts the shadow of the bus
down softly over the water
down softly over the lake
and over the Färjmansleden
We exchange forests for parks
we exchange our sticks
until nothing is left
by Valla and Kastal