Kreislauf Poem by Gottfried Benn
Kreislauf
Der einsame Backzahn einer Dirne,
die unbekannt verstorben war,
trug eine Goldplombe.
Die übrigen waren wie auf stille Verabredung
ausgegangen.
Den schlug der Leichendiener sich heraus,
versetzte ihn und ging für tanzen.
Denn, sagte er,
nur Erde solle zur Erde werden.
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4/18/2024 6:18:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
high time we saw Dr. Benn. MM