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Dream Song 50: In a motion of night they massed nearer my post

Dream Song 50: In a motion of night they massed nearer my post

In a motion of night they massed nearer my post.
I hummed a short blues. When the stars went out
I studied my weapons system.
Grenades, the portable rack, the yellow spout
Of the anthrax-ray: in order. Yes, and most
Of my pencils were sharp.

This edge of the galaxy has often seen
A defence so stiff, but it could only go
One way.
€”Mr Bones, your troubles give me vertigo,
& backache. Somehow, when I make your scene,
I cave to feel as if

De roses of dawns & pearls of dusks, made up
By some ol’ writer-man, got right forgot
& the greennesses of ours.
Springwater grow so thick it gonna clot
And the pleasing ladies cease. I figure, yup,
You is bad powers.



Poem Dream Song 50: In a motion of night they massed nearer my post - John Berryman