God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, <br />with a thatch of hair on his head <br />in the beginning. <br />Henry was not a coward. Much. <br />He never deserted anything; instead <br />he stuck, when things like pity were thinning. <br /> <br />So may be Henry was a human being. <br />Let's investigate that. <br />... We did; okay. <br />He is a human American man. <br />That's true. My lass is braking. <br />My brass is aching. Come & diminish me, & map my way. <br /> <br />God's Henry's enemy. We're in business ... Why, <br />what business must be clear. <br />A cornering. <br />I couldn't feel more like it. —Mr. Bones, <br />as I look on the saffron sky, <br />you strikes me as ornery.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-13-god-bless-henry/
