Maskt as honours, insult like behaving <br />missiles homes. I bow, & grunt 'Thank you. <br />I'm glad you could come <br />so late.' All loves are gratified. I'm having <br />to screw a little thing I have to screw. <br />Good nature is over. <br /> <br />Herewith ill-wishes. From a cozy grave <br />rainbow I scornful laughings. Do not do, <br />Father, me down. <br />Let's shuck an obligation. O I have <br />done. Is the inner-coffin burning blue <br />or did Jehovah frown? <br /> <br />Jehovah. Period. Yahweh. Period. God. <br />It is marvellous that views so differay <br />(Father is a Jesuit) <br />can love so well each other. We was had. <br />O visit in my last tomb me.—Perché? <br />—Is a nice pit.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-82-op-posth-no-5/
