Dream Song 132: A Small Dream

 A Small Dream

It was only a small dream of the Golden World,
now you trot off to bed.
 I'll turn the machine off,
you've danced & trickt us enough.

Unintelligible whines & imprecations, hurled
from the second floor, fail to impress your mother
and I am the only other

and I say go to bed! We'll meet tomorrow,
acres of threats dissolve into a smile,
you'll be the Little Baby
again, while I pursue my path of sorrow
& bodies, bodies, to be carried a mile
& dropt.
 Maybe

if frozen slush will represent the soul
which is to represented in the hereafter
I ask for a decree
dooming my bitter enemies to laughter
advanced against them.
 If the dream was small
it was my dream also, Henry's.

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