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,

St Stephen

getting even.

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.