John Berryman
Dream Song 61: Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside
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Full moon, Narragansett gales subside—
And the land goes bankrupt, more or less,
Less or more & young men still die
In the valleys, in the mountains, far & wide—
The Roman legions and their expeditions
Help finance the usual businessmen of fear
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The solemn moon somewhere tonight—
Doing time like some poor slob prisoner
Caught up in gears of whips & chains
While Miss Cheney the Commander—
In Chief of Chicanery lies low and gets
A new heart to cheat & subterfuge
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So many turkeys, so little time—
Henry’s given up counting the pig sties
Each generation done in by the Lies
Henry's feeling fail and old—
The campaigners and ponzi artists just
Don’t give up, the beltway’s sullen glory
__________________
Full moon, Narragansett gales subside—
And the land goes bankrupt, more or less,
Less or more & young men still die
In the valleys, in the mountains, far & wide—
The Roman legions and their expeditions
Help finance the usual businessmen of fear
____________________
The solemn moon somewhere tonight—
Doing time like some poor slob prisoner
Caught up in gears of whips & chains
While Miss Cheney the Commander—
In Chief of Chicanery lies low and gets
A new heart to cheat & subterfuge
__________________
So many turkeys, so little time—
Henry’s given up counting the pig sties
Each generation done in by the Lies
Henry's feeling fail and old—
The campaigners and ponzi artists just
Don’t give up, the beltway’s sullen glory
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