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,
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.