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Chapter Twelve
The jackdaw tears the sheet off the child and begins to suck out the corpse. As if possessed, the bird tugs at the cold flesh of the dead, first at the sleeves, then at the feet, later at the abdomen, and finally at the face. The workman climbs out of the pit and looks from above at the corpse, which will soon be completely disfigured.
THE HUNCHED
It's this bird perching on your corpse'
It's this bird, the way it trots and creeps,
THE WERKELMANN
A disgust that haunts you now robbed?
A scoundrel, a brute, an enemy?
THE HUNCHED
Does Range the Jackdaw love you?
Does it steal you away in the night?
This bird steals your magnificent hair.
It sucks your blood unspeakably as if possessed.
It steals what I love and sneers with desire.
He takes your grace, he torments you so much.
THE WERKELMANN
Does Range the Jackdaw love you?
Does this animal love you more?< br/>Does it love you more, this animal?
(Violin)
THE HUNKED ONE
Death is voracious. He whines and screams:
He pulls at the corpses and chisels them straight away.
THE WORKER
Does Range the Jackdaw love you?
Does this animal love you more?< br/>