12-03-2017, 10:33 AM
He Wondered, Half Fell...
after Finnegans Wake
He wondered, half fell and half open:
—Oh help me, kind Sir,
to take off this fur,
for the moment has come to be woken.
But he couldn’t be woken,
his mouth had been broken,
his teeth were all liquid and bare.
And by the same token,
no, nothing was spoken,
not even the simplest prayer.
So he wandered half rent and half stone.
—Oh please take this thinking,
all rotten and stinking,
and fettered like flesh by the bone,
and wrap it up tight
in the dead of the night,
when the dead of the night are at home;
then, throw it away
past the bend of the bay,
where the bend of the bay dare not go!
after Finnegans Wake
He wondered, half fell and half open:
—Oh help me, kind Sir,
to take off this fur,
for the moment has come to be woken.
But he couldn’t be woken,
his mouth had been broken,
his teeth were all liquid and bare.
And by the same token,
no, nothing was spoken,
not even the simplest prayer.
So he wandered half rent and half stone.
—Oh please take this thinking,
all rotten and stinking,
and fettered like flesh by the bone,
and wrap it up tight
in the dead of the night,
when the dead of the night are at home;
then, throw it away
past the bend of the bay,
where the bend of the bay dare not go!