John Berryman - Dream Song 384 lyrics

The marker slants, flowerless, day's almost done, I stand above my father's grave with rage, often, often before I've made this awful pilgrimage to one who cannot visit me, who tore his page out: I come back for more. I spit upon this dreadful banker's grave who shot his heart out in a Florida dawn O ho alas alas When will indifference come, I moan & rave I'd like to scrabble till I got right down away down under the gra** and ax the casket open ha to see just how he's taking it, which he sought so hard we'll tear apart the mouldering grave clothes ha & then Henry will heft the ax once more, his final card, and fell it on the start.