Dream Song 29: There sat down once a thing

 There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart
só heavy, if he had a hundred years
& more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time
Henry could not make good.

Starts again always in Henry's ears
the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime.


And there is another thing he has in mind
like a grave Sienese face a thousand years
would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of.
 Ghastly,
with open eyes, he attends, blind.

All the bells say: too late.
 This is not for tears;
thinking.


But never did Henry, as he thought he did,
end anyone and hacks her body up
and hide the pieces, where they may be found.

He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing.

Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.

Nobody is ever missing.

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