Henry sats in de bar & was odd, off in the glass from the glass, at odds wif de world & its god, his wife is a complete nothing, St Stephen getting even. Henry sats in de plane & was gay. Careful Henry nothing said aloud but where a Virgin out of cloud to her Mountain dropt in light, his thought made pockets & the plane buckt. 'Parm me, lady.' 'Orright.' Henry lay in de netting, wild, while the brainfever bird did scales; Mr Heartbreak, the New Man, come to farm a crazy land; an image of the dead on the fingernail of a newborn child.
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