Chapter II
The tired clock struck
His good mother raised her eyes
(The muzzles of guns pushed him into the vehicle)
The tired clock struck
She got up and arranged his study
(A hand slapped him
God's hand led him into temptation)
The tired clock struck
His mother sat and mended his socks
(The interrogator's eyes pricked at him
Until his skin broke out in blood and answers)
The tired clock struck
The tired clock struck