Issue 15, Winter 1956
At first, he wondered why he should be spared;
Observed, of all the windows, none was barred,
And every door swung open at a word.
The garden welcomed him; the angel’s sword
Flowered before his eyes like Aaron’s rod;
At first he wondered that he should be spared.
The beasts had grown so tame they hardly stirred;
The wall uncoiled its length without a guard
Where every door swung open at a word,
And trees bowed low to offer all they had.
The woman swore he was her only lord
Although, of all the windows, none was barred.