n e x t naked as sin an army towel covering my belly some of us weep some of us howl knees turn to jelly but next next i was just a child a hundred like me i followed a naked body a naked body followed me next next i was just a child when my innocence was lost in a mobile army whorehouse a gift of the army free of cost next next next me i really would have liked a little bit of tenderness maybe a word maybe a smile maybe some happiness but next next oh it was not so tragic and heaven did not fall but how much at that time i hated being there at all next next i still recall the brothel trucks the flying flags the queer lieutenant slapped our arses thinking we were fags next next next i swear on the wet head of my first case of gonorrhoea it is his ugly voice that i forever fear next next a voice that stinks of whiskey of corpses and of mud the voice of nations the thick voice of blood next next since then each woman i have taken into bed they seem to lie in my arms and they whisper in my head next next next all the naked and the dead could hold each other s hands as they watch me dream at night in a dream that nobody understands and though i am not dreaming in a voice grown dry and hollow i stand on endless naked lines of the following and the followed next next one day i ll cut my legs off i ll burn myself alive i ll do anything to get out of life to survive not ever to be next next next not ever to be next not ever to be next