My pale dead smile to me,
Rows upon rows.
My beloved.

Close by, and their joyful voice in my ears
And their image awake, sensed.

Awfully beautiful and vivid.

Alas.

I am here and they are scattered upon the earth.

Rains, winds and wood
A refuge for them, and camaraderie.

They are my comrades, my days of youth.

To my end