oskar hansen - august night

oskar hansen - august night

August Night br br br Black, starless late August sky, a sliver of moon, br golden scythe mowing down the old, harvest br time. They had forgotten to close windows and br chill will settle in old lungs, spitting of blood. br br Church bells toll the day is hot and gives nothing br away, the old priest is still on holiday, the new br one is clumsy, hasn’t had a bath and a shave for br days; unspoken murmur of discontent. br br The cleric sweats, there is a smell of brandy, one br of the church’s rejects? But they do take care of br their own. This isn’t swine flu, nothing to report, br just old people dying as they must.


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Uploaded: 2014-06-13

Duration: 00:20

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