This is a poem comprised of The Twilight Zone episode titles.
One for the Angels
Long live Walter Jameson!
The hitch-hiker, the obsolete man, the Rip Van Wrinkle caper:
he’s alive. Execution, in his image-
static, dust, steel.
Ninety years without slumbering. It’s a good life.
On Thursday we leave for home, Jess-Belle.