okay okay dann machen wir das
wir guten
dann schälen wir uns gegenseitig
alles fleisch von unseren händen
und legen uns in das bad
aus glühenden alpenbildern
und anschließend
gehen wir wieder zu unseren kindern
und spielen mit ihnen
roter wolf im libanon
bis uns einfällt:
das war gestern
dann liegen wir wieder
in der alten abendlandsonne
und warten
die nackten gesichter
in frische erde gedrückt
und blicken nach morgen
china vielleicht
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