'Oyez, oyez!' The Man Who Did Not Deliver <br />is before you for his deliverance, my lords. <br />He stands, as charged <br />for This by banks, That cops, by lawyers, by <br />publishingers for Them. I doubt he'll make <br />old bones. <br /> <br />Be. <br />I warned him, of a summer night: consist, <br />consist. Ex-wives roar. <br />Further, the Crown holds that they split himself, <br />splitting his manward chances, to his shame, <br />my lords, & our horror. <br /> <br />Behind, oh worst lean backward them who bring <br />un-charges: hundreds & one, children, <br />the pillars & the sot. <br />Henry thought. It is so. I must sting. <br />Listen! the grave ground-rhythm of a gone <br />. . . makar? So what.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-43-oyez-oyez-the-man-who-did-not-deli/
