Dream Song 13

God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, with a thatch of hair on his head in the beginning. Henry was not a coward. Much. He never deserted anything; instead he stuck, when things like pity were thinning. So may be Henry was a human being. Let's investigate that. . . . We did; okay. He is a human American man. That's true. My lass is braking. My brass is aching. Come & diminish me, & map my way. God's Henry's enemy. We're in business . . . Why, what business must be clear. A cornering. I couldn't feel more like it. --Mr Bones, as I look on the saffron sky, you strikes me as ornery.