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.