Here, whence

all have departed orwill do, here airless, where

that witchy ball

wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a green living

drops limply into one’s hands

without pleasure or interest

Figurez-vous, a time swarms when the word

‘happy’ sheds its whole meaning, like to come and

like for memory too

That morning arrived to Henry as well a great cheque

eaten out already by the Government & State &

other strange matters

Gentle friendly Henry Pussy-cat

smiled into his mirror, a murderer’s

(at Stillwater), at himself alone

and said across a plink to that desolate fellow

said a little hail & buck-you-up

upon his triumph