Reason’s voice a little girl’s quaver,
knowledge of a surety defeats that cry.
Fate does me the kindly favor,
with the heat of the metal wind’s urgent scream, I die.
I awake a sweating enraged creature,
My wife and daughter still sleeping, sigh.
Unknown that reckless errand’s nature,
Just the fact of how, that coming day, I die.
In the monochrome light I smile.
no withered infirm bed’s certainty.
You may lay in it your final mile,
In my dying race, I’m still winning free.