A dream song from Book II

I read Book II today.  Several of the dream songs allude to Robert Frost and his death (Frost died on 29.1.1963, this was first published as a book in 1964), one alludes to Paul Celan's famous 1948 poem "Todesfuge" ...  Here's a different one:
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Dream Song 33

By John Berryman

An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King
wroth & of wine did study where his sword,
sneaked away, might be ...
with swollen lids staggered up and clung
dim to the cloth of gold.  An un-Greek word
blister, to him his guard

and the trumpeter would not sound, fisted.  Ha,
they hustle Clitus out; by another door,
loaded, crowds he back in
who now must, chopped, fall to the spear-ax ah
grabbed from an extra by the boy-god, sore
for weapons.  For the sin:

little it is gross Henry has to say.
The King heaved.  Pluckt out, the ax-end would
he jab in his sole throat.
As if an end.  A baby, the guard may
squire him to his apartments.  Weeping & blood
wound round his one friend.