Some good people, daring & subtle voices <br />and their tense faces, as I think of it <br />I see sank underground. <br />I see. My radar digs. I do not dig. <br />Cool their flushing blood, them eyes is shut— <br />eyes? <br /> <br />Appalled: by all the dead: Henry brooded. <br />Without exception! All. <br />ALL. <br />The senior population waits. Come down! come down! <br />A ghastly & flashing pause, clothed, <br />life called; us do. <br /> <br />In a madhouse heard I an ancient man <br />tube-fed who had not said for fifteen years <br />(they said) one canny word, <br />senile forever, who a heart might pierce, <br />mutter 'O come on down. O come on down.' <br />Clear whom he meant.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-21-some-good-people-daring-amp-subtle/
