enters the battlefield on an ox. The sun sets, bloodred. Wailing souls
are leaving the corpses.
and wail if you want. But who promised you that you would live forever?
Who? Rattle your bones and grind your teeth with frustration. The God of
Death has come to erase your last wis-hes. Cry! Wolves will devour your
dead flesh and where is your enemy? The flesh was your enemy.
looks around him and walks to the center of the battlefield as if he is
searching for something.
you call me cruel. Me? I am just a breeze in a raging sea. Who took you
to this battlefield? Who said that you had to hit your enemy and the enemy
you? You see?! The gods are always blamed. Idiot! Dead fool! Your wife
will shout your name and your children will cry for you, or so we hope.
Did you fight for peace? A magnificent word, magnificent! But you did fight
and that was war. No peace. Cannon or sword, it does not mat-ter. Ah, the
ease with which the living fight to kill..
the conversation, he wanders through the corpses and suddenly lifts a head
by its hair.
at this, hardly used!
moves on and with contempt picks up a leg only to throw it over his shoulder.
your wife and children cry. But did they stop you when you left for the
battlefield? Didn't your wife admire your uniform, even straigthened your
revers? Eve did not give Adam an apple but a sword.
puts another leg in the bag and another one. Meanwhile he continues talking.
for peace! The human being is a battlefield of internal battles. Cells
fight each other for blood. Enzymes eat your flesh before it has turned
cold. You know what happens in your head? At this moment? You don't, do
you! The content is having a party in your brains. Enzymes, vitamins, dopamines!
They are dancing on your iris and feasting of your cortex. The holy throne,
the seat of your thoughts, the center of your Self. They saw, they bite,
they hack. Since you were born, they were harnassed in the vises of your
system. Alive, you controlled them, now they are free to roam. This way,
you even fight when you are dead. Now that is revenge!
searches for a fat corpse, drags it closer and feels if it is springy.
He seats himself comfortably.
takes the body parts out of the bag and assembles them with skill. The
result is a bizarre creature of just arms, legs and a head.
will show you something.
places it on the ground. It starts to move as if it is un-winding while
and see the human!
creature moves three more strides and shouts:
your name is beast.
Give your reaktion