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The Way of the Cross
As if funeral processions going in opposite directions were meeting one another.
Not even looking at one another, in fact, as if they did not remark one another.
To the town:
—To seek salt?
To know:
—What further orders have been given? Whither should they go now?
No, no, they are carrying coffins through,
Mostly children's.
A peasant is carrying a coffin on his shoulder. Silently after him and without weeping strides his peasant wife. Clinging to her skirts also silently and without weeping come frozen barefooted children.
Look, here comes a large coffin.
From the hardly shut lid hang new and bright coloured cottons.
