Collating bones: I would have liked to do.
Henry would have been hot at that.
I missed his profession.
As a little boy I always thought
‘I’m an archeologist’; who
Could be more respected peaceful serious than that?
Hell talkt my brain awake.
Bluffed to the ends of me pain
& I took up a pencil;
Like this I’m longing with. One sign
Would snow me back, back.
Is there anyone in the audience who has lived in vain?
A Chinese tooth! African jaw!
Drool, says a nervous system,
For a joyous replacing. Heat burns off dew.
Between the Ices (Mindel-WÃ¼rm)
In a world I ever saw
Some of my drying people indexed: “Warm.”