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    particulars, but animal; cats mew,
    horses scream, man sing.
    Or: men psalm. Man palms his ears and moans.
    Death is a German expert. Scrambling, sitting,
    spattering, we hurry.
    I try to. Odd & trivial, atones
    somehowfor my escape a bullet splitting
    my trod-on instep, fiery.
    The cantor bubbled, rattled. The Temple burned.
    Lurch with me! phantoms of Varshava. Slop!
    When I used to be,
    who haunted, stumbling, sewers, my sacked shop,
    roofs, a dis-world ai! Death was a German
    home-country.

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    O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insane
    with violent travel & death: consider me
    in my cast, your first son.
    Would you were I by now another one,
    witted, legged? I see you before me plain
    (I am skilled: I hear, I see)—
    your honour was troubled: when you wondered—‘No’.
    I hear. I think I hear. Now full craze down
    across our continent
    all storms since you gave in, on my pup-tent.
    I haveof blast & counter to remercy you
    for hurling me downtown.
    We dream of honour, and we get along.
    Fate winged me, in the person of a cab
    and your stance on the sand.
    Think it across, in freezing wind: withstand
    my blistered wish: flop, there, to his blind song
    who pick up the tab.

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

44
    Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon,
    mention it in general to the moon
    on the way down,
    he’s about to have his lady, permanent;
    and this is the worst of all came ever sent
    writhing Henry’s way.
    Ha ha, fifth column, quisling, genocide,
    he held his hands & laught from side to side
    a loverly time.
    The berries & the rods left him alone less.
    Thro’ a race of water once I went:happiness.
    I’ll walk into the sky.
    There the great flare & stench, O flying creatures,
    surely will dim-dim? Bars will be closed.
    No girl will again
    conceive above your throes. A fine thunder peals
    will with its friends and soon, from agony
    put the fire out.

45
    He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back.
    He thought they was old friends. He felt on the stair
    where her papa found them bare
    they became familiar. When the papers were lost
    rich with pals’ secrets, he thought he had the knack
    of ruin. Their paths crossed
    and once they crossed in jail; they crossed in bed;
    and over an unsigned letter their eyes met,
    and in an Asian city
    directionless& lurchy at two & three,
    or trembling to a telephone’s fresh threat,
    and when some wired his head
    to reach a wrong opinion, ‘Epileptic’.
    But he noted now that: they were not old friends.
    He did not know this one.
    This one was a stranger, come to make amends
    for all the imposters, and to make it stick.
    Henry nodded, un-.

46
    I am, outside. Incredible panic rules.
    People are blowing and beating each other without mercy.
    Drinks are boiling. Iced
    drinks are boiling. The worse anyone feels, the worse
    treated he is. Fools elect fools.
    A harmless man at an intersection said, under his breath: “Christ!”
    That word, so spoken, affected the vision
    of, when they trod to work next day, shopkeepers
    who went & werefitted for glasses.
    Enjoyed they then an appearance of love & law.
    Millenia whift & waft—one, one—er, er …
    Their glasses were taken from them, & they saw.
    Man has undertaken the top job of all,
    son fin. Good luck.
    I myself walked at the funeral of tenderness.
    Followed other deaths. Among the last,
    like the memory of a lovely