2.09.2005

When the executioner's tired (6)

he sleeps on the rack. Wears the chains on his head like a wig. Then I touch his hair. We put our clothes on, coats on the snow on our heads. He is having things put on and off us. It is tiring. And we hand it over: snow: and we give it back: snow.

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