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The Thousandth Regiment - 7. "On the lime-washed partitions of our latrine"
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7. Auf die gekalkten Wände der Latrinen
Schreib ich: 400 Tag und dann Ruh!
Ich sehne mich nach Büchern und Maschinen,
Und immer fallen mir die Augen zu.
Und immer ist das Wecken wie im Nu
Mit Flüchen und Gewehrgeklirr erschienen;
Ich Angespiener unter Angespienen
Sag allen Leiden dieser Erde Du.
Und immer wart ich, daß mich einer tröste
Mit linder Hand in meinem großen Weh,
Und sehn' mich bis zur Müdigkeit vergebens.
Und fühle nur die bange, unerlöste,
Gekrampfte Dumpfheit meines nackten Lebens
Wie eine sturmgepeitschte rote See.
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7. On the lime-washed partitions of our latrine
I scratch: 400 days and then some rest!
For how I long for my books and typewriter,
And forever, my eyes are falling closed.
And forever, reveille comes 'round in a blink
When curses and rifle clatter show up;
I a spit-ee among many spat upon
Tell the receiving earth of You, my pain.
And forever, I wait for one to comfort
With a temperate hand my sore afflictions,
And see me wearied to the point of nothing.
I only feel the fright, the ever tight'ning,
Spasmodic numbness of my naked life
Reeling before a storm-lashed lake of red.
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