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Dream Song 129: Thin as a sheet his mother came to him

Written by: John Berryman | Biography
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 Thin as a sheet his mother came to him
during the screaming evenings after he did it,
touched F.
's dead hand.
The parlour was dark, he was the first pall-bearer in, he gave himself a dare & then did it, the thing was quite unplanned, riots for Henry the unstructured dead, his older playmate fouled, reaching for him and never will he be free from the older boy who died by the cottonwood & now is to be planted, wise & slim, as part of Henry's history.
Christ waits.
That boy was good beyond his years, he served at Mass like Henry, he never did one extreme thing wrong but tender his cold hand, latent with Henry's fears to Henry's shocking touch, whereat he fled and woke screaming, young & strong.

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