A driver drowned beer was lifted on the table.
Someone had wedged him a dunkelhellila
switch between the teeth. When I
of the breast
from under the skin with a long knife
tongue and mouth cut out,
I must have triggered it, because she slipped into the next
lying brain.
I grabbed him in the chest cavity
between the wood wool,
zunähte than you.
drink your fill in your vase!
Rest in peace, little
Aster!
Gottfried Benn, 1912
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