A Poem for Ray

[Erthona]

We’ere s’pose ta pa-lay sum moo-sic ada parq, bu’ta blue nor’earn hadun blowed en an Billy sayid et’us too code ta pa-lay. Ee-sayid ees ands wereta code, anet hurta press donda strings on ees gee-tar. Soes ee grabas ah fitty-fie gal-un drum en fill’det partwaiz wid wud, den ee try’d ta light et, bu’ta wend’as blowin so’ard et kepta blowin da’match out. Billy ga’pist cuz’ee kept agitten burnt atrying ta star datder far in da drum. So he gits ah tua-gal-un can’uh gaz, en pours ‘bout half of et onta da wood, endat dare drum. Den’ee lightsah match, leans o’er ta drum an throw’d et en wid ees’ead enda drum soes-ee cun may’sure et lights a’right. Wal’ser, wena datdar match heats datdar gaz, thars a ‘plosion lek sum’un teched offa new-kay-leer bomb, cauz ah bigaz sheet farbol cumsa bustin ouhta datdar drum, enden a ri-gud emmy-ta-shun ob a musha-room-clod gosa-rizan upenta da skai. Whal Billy steal got-ees full ‘ead enda drum wenda farbol cumsa barulin outa datdar drum. Ah’furst wee theeunk ees dun gonblin cuz’eesa scramem, acunsee, acunsee, bu’tits onlay a tempor-airy bli-ness frumda bri-ness of the ‘plosion. Wal’ser wenwe’d noed dat Billy ant blin, wee stara laffin so’ard wee fallas dannon da’grow’d cuz alda air ronta Billy’s fa’es dun burn’toff, an ees fa’es tur’na bri-reed. Etus ‘bout da fun-ee-us thang we’d er-sawed. Ee luke’d lie’a reed-flou-er, wid bur-tumber pedals. Cors’em Billy di-un thenget uz var’ee funee, ba’ee ne’er ad mucha senzoumor entwaz.