We have slogged in Hell,
We have danced with Heaven
And the Kays march on
Toward THirty-Seven
And the Mother's sons
And the Mother's daughters
Pause just to sip
At the youth-font waters
Then to their toes
And heels they spring,
Back to the Dance
ANd the magic ring,
Back to the forests,
Back to the moon,
Back to the strains
Of that BS tune,
With the amps cranked higher
Than eleven!
And the posts march on,
Toward Thirty Seven.


Algernon Drachma Styxx
Across the River, But Not Out of the Woods
from the "March of Madness" series of collected poems
Edison Westinghouse Bitmaps, Inc.
West Village, 1965