Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig, br bred when he was brittle, bred when big, br how he's sweating to support them. br Which birthday of the brighter darker man, br the Goya of the Globe & Blackfriars, whom— br our full earth smiled on him br br squeezing his old heart with a daughter loose br (hostages they áre)—the world's produced, br so far, alarms, alarms. br Fancy the chill & fatigue four hundred years br award a warm one. All we know is ears. br My slab lifts up its arms br br in a solicitude entire, too late. br Of brutal revelry gap your mouth to state: br Front back & backside go bare! br Cats' blackness, booze,blows, grunts, grand groans. br Yo-bad yõm i-oowaled bo v'ha'l lail awmer h're gawber! br —Now, now, poor Bones.