I.

The look on his face

Is sad

determination.

He seems to know grace

And to be done with

procrastination.

II.

His has learned, I think,

How to die

Well

He is not going to blink,

And he has no stories to

Tell.

III

Where did he learn to be so strong?

His look is a

call.

It isn’t long

Before he jumps or fakes a

Fall.

IV

You can see a kind of homing

In the eyes that look

Ahead

He learned this was coming

From what he had done and what he had

Read.

V

He carried his courage with

A smile and a laugh for those he

Loved

Meaning lay not in myth

But in his own hand floating

Above.

VI

Empty.