To walk afterward

   Amongst the rubble

   With head held high

Certain of having

   Loved and served

   Justice and men;

To have held in love

   And caring anger

   Having lost the fight

Yet held one's soul

   Intact and still

   In tender faithful flame;


To walk then

   Amidst the rubble

   Held aloft by

   A salty sea draft speaking

   Of holding sorrow and joy 

   Together forever 

   In the old cold breast

   Of the world's depth.