They cut me, separated me, I am going to cut
everything around me, absolutely everything-
I want the monopoly on cutting, the trees
at 342, all the cutters.
I am the tailor who cuts everything.
I cut the books, the stones, the wood, the trees.
I shut them up, I cut them short.
Passive has become active forever, cut arms and
legs, cut their effect, who is guilty?
Who carried out the slicing?
Curse on the cutter, death to the cutter, 30 years
later, 75 years later, always present.

L.B.