Dream Song 44

77 Dream Songs (1964)

Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon,mention it in general to the moonon the way down,he’s about to have his lady, permanent;and this is the worst of all came ever sentwrithing Henry’s way.

Ha ha, fifth column, quisling, genocide,he held his hands & laught from side to sidea loverly time.The berries & the rods left him alone less.Thro’ a race of water once I went: happiness.I’ll walk into the sky.

There the great flare & stench, O flying creatures,surely will dim-dim? Bars will be closed.No girl will againconceive above your throes. A fine thunder pealswill with its friends and soon, from agonyput the fire out.

77 Dream Songs (1964)