‘All virtues enter into this world:’)

A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned.

The Secretary of State for War,

winking it over, screwed a redhaired whore.

Monsignor Capovilla mourned. What a week.

A journalism doggy took a leak

against absconding coon (‘but take one virtue,

without which a man can hardly hold his own’)

the sun in the willow

shivers itself & shakes itself green-yellow

(Abba Pimen groaned, over the telephone,

when asked what that was:)

How feel a fellow then when he arrive

in fame but lost? but affable, top-shelf.

Quelle sad semaine.

He hardly know his selving. (‘that a man’)

Henry grew hot, got laid, felt bad, survived

(‘should always reproach himself’).