Dream Song 8

77 Dream Songs (1964)

The weather was fine. They took away his teeth,white & helpful; bothered his backhand;halved his green hair.They blew out his loves, his interests. ‘Underneath,‘(they called in iron voices) ‘understand,is nothing. So there.’

The weather was very fine. They lifted offhis covers till he showed, and cringed & pledto see himself less.They installed mirrors till he flowed. ÔEnoughÕ(murmmered they) ‘if you will watch Us instead,yet you may saved be. Yes.’

The weather fleured. They weakened all his eyes,and burning thumbs into his ears, and shookhis hand like a notch.They flung long silent speeches. (Off the hook!)They sandpapered his plumpest hope. (So capsize.)They took ‘awai his crotch.

77 Dream Songs (1964)