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The man
Here this row are decayed wombs
And this row is decayed breasts
Bed stinks with bed
The nurses change every hour
Come on, just 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, 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< br/>No one has so much blood
Here they cut a child out of the cancerous womb
They let them sleep, day and night
Then They say to new people
Here you get a good night's sleep
Only on Sundays are you allowed to wake up a bit for visitors
Little food is consumed
The Backs are sore
You see the flies
Sometimes the sister washes them
How to wash benches
Here the field swells already around every bed
Flesh is paving itself on the land
Embers are spreading
Sap is about to run down
Earth is calling