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The man:
Here this row is decayed wombs
and this row is decayed breasts
Bed stinks by bed. The nurses change every hour.
Come on, pick up this blanket.
Look, this lump of fat and rotten juices,
it was once big for some man and was also called intoxication and home.
Come on, look at this scar on the chest.
Can you feel the rosary with soft knots?
Feel calmly. The flesh is soft and doesn't hurt.
Here, this one is bleeding as if from thirty bodies.
No one has so much blood.
Here, a child was cut out of the cancerous croup.
/>You let them sleep.
Day and night. - The new people are told:
You can get a good night's sleep here.
Only Sundays are you allowed to wake up a bit for visitors.
Little food is consumed anymore.
The Backs are sore. You see the flies.
Sometimes the sister washes them. How to wash benches.
Here the field is already swelling around every bed.
Meat is paving itself on the land. Embers are spreading.
Juice is starting to run down. Earth is calling.