Dream Song 38

The Russian grin bellows his condolence To the family: ah but it’s Kay, & Ted, & Chis & Anne Henry thinks of: who eased his fearful way From here, in here, to there. This wants thought I won’t make it out Maybe the source of noble such may come Clearer to dazzled Henry. It may come I’d say it will come with pain In mystery. I’d rather leave it alone I do leave it alone And down with the listener Now he has become, abrupt, an industry Professional-Friends-Of-Robert-Frost all over Gap wide their mouths While the quirky medium of so many truths Is quiet. Let’s be quiet. Let us listen: —What for, Mr Bones?                      —while he begins to have it out with Horace