All of That

All of that I made
And, making, lied.
And all of that I hid
Pretended dead.

But all of that I hid
Was always said,
But, hidden, spied
On others’ good.

And all of that I led
By nose to bed
And, bedding, said
Of what I did

To all of that that cried
Behind my head
And, crying, died
And is not dead.

(1970)