Issue 26, Summer-Fall 1961
You are not the first man to have the shakes,
the wheels, the horrors, to wear the scarlet
snowshoe, nor yet the invincible harlot
dogged by eyes like fishnets. Leaning, aches
the iron face with agate eyes, and wakes
the guardian angel, sees the past
a Parthenon of possibilities...
You are not the first man to be caught lying,
nor to be told that you are dying.