fruitless hallucinations
hang salmonlips
of brutality
on my duplicated shoulders

duplicious I stand
I having my freedom
but I do not

neutronbombs neutrons grow
grow nuclear then and now
now is the last time, the end time
time the latest news about the war crisis
the war called with triumphant crisis cries
the third, I know better: it is the fourth

or fifth, so my body is dead and my flesh
is dead, new is the flesh mind dead soul deadening
death death brings murmuring songs
of clamouring finality
death death
fruitless hallucination