Behold I bring you tidings of great joy— <br />especially now that the snow & gale are still— <br />for Henry is delivered. <br />Not only is he delivered from the gale <br />but he has a little one. He's out of jail <br />also. It is a boy. <br /> <br />Henry's pleasure in this unusual event <br />reminds me of the extra told at Hollywood & Vine <br />that TV cameras <br />were focussed on him personally then & there <br />and 'Just a few words . . . Is it what you meant? <br />Was there a genuine sign?' <br /> <br />Couvade was always Henry's favourite custom, <br />better than the bride biting off the penises, pal, <br />remember? All the brothers <br />marrying her in turn & dying mutilated <br />until the youngest put in instead a crowbar, pal, <br />and pulled out not only her teeth but also his brothers' dongs & no <br /> doubt others'.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-124-behold-i-bring-you-tidings-of-gre/
