H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n
Making the hay mattress
The best part of all that was dancing:
In August, when she did the summer cleaning
She threw away the mattress and the pillows
Stripping the beds to ideas of beds on the empty floor,
Where, with hammer and nails she reinforced
The shapes of the wobbly wooden frames.
Then in a new white case we stuffed fresh hay;
After she sealed it tight, she summoned the children to dance
To make a hora on top, to even out the surface
And soften the flowers and grass.
Barefoot, we took dance lessons on the mattress case
Stomped our feet and clapped our hands and laughed.
So it came to be that until she died, each August there were
Days when we danced and nights when we slept on flowers.
[Originally published in NHS 2006, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs06/Bugen.htm.]