CVD19.2

This is not a cry

It is not, sighing,

Begging for pity.

This voice speaks

For a man afraid.

Death gasps;

Not for fear.

As, grasping,

It is quite homeless

Here.

So, cheer

What will be will be!

But being alone

Is without ears

And, seeing no-one,

Blinking back tears:

Unjustified.