When you reach the end
You won't know when to pack
Our regards we send
For the things you'll soon lack
As blood halts and membranes boil
To the deepest ends you descend
Or up like smoke, your soul from the soil
Seeing those you used to defend
They gaze at your pictures, polished and royal
How you wish now to speak, for time to bend
One foot in, one foot out
A profile in courage and class
Rules out the southern route
Petty pursuits cut off the northern pass