Peter’s not friendly. He gives me sideways looks.
The architecture is far from reassuring.
I feel uneasy.
A pity,â?”the interview began so well:
I mentioned fiendish things, he waved them away
and sloshed out a martini
strangely needed. We spoke of indifferent mattersâ?”
God’s health, the vague hell of the Congo,
John’s energy,
anti-matter matter. I felt fine.
Then a change came backward. A chill fell.
Talk slackened,
died, and began to give me sideways looks.
‘Chirst,’ I thought ‘what now?’ and would have askt for another
but didn’t dare.
I feel my application failing. It’s growing dark,
some other sound is overcoming. His last words are:
‘We betrayed me.’
(John Berryman)
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