Some good people, daring & subtle voices

and their tense faces, as I think of it

I see sank underground.

I see. My radar digs. I do not dig.

Cool their flushing blood, them eyes is shut—

eyes?

Appalled: by all the dead: Henry brooded.

Without exception! All.

ALL.

The senior population waits. Come down! come down!

A ghastly & flashing pause, clothed,

life called; us do.

In a madhouse heard I an ancient man

tube-fed who had not said for fifteen years

(they said) one canny word,

senile forever, who a heart might pierce,

mutter ‘O come on down. O come on down.’

Clear whom he meant.