Dream Song 21

77 Dream Songs (1964)

Some good people, daring & subtle voicesand their tense faces, as I think of itI see sank underground.I see. My radar digs. I do not dig.Cool their flushing blood, them eyes is shut—eyes?

Appalled: by all the dead: Henry brooded.Without exception! All.ALL.The senior population  waits. Come down! come down!?A ghastly & flashing pause, clothed,life called; us do.

In a madhouse heard I an ancient mantube-fed who had not said for fifteen years(they said) one canny word,senile forever, who a heart might pierce,mutter ‘O come on down. O come on down.‘Clear whom he meant.77 Dream Songs (1964)