1959 NASA Press Conference
when
men
announced
the seven
astronauts who first
would ride our rockets into space
my myopic father grumbled at wasted taxes
small enough for the capsule—dad pounded ground in the big one—he glared at flyboy grins
magazine flash bulbs popped TV cameras—well of all truth—riveted on the weight
of anglo-saxon heroes flying for our honor—
all that white male gravity seems
six decades since quaint
as the red
baron's
tri
plane
