To Destroy the Man Who Tries to Harm the Man Who Knows This

This always is, and always will be, never
Has been, anything but what it was, a long
Time gone, a long time ago. And yet it moves.

The same song in the same sun, the same language
That's no longer here, the old romance with selves
Who strain, naked and earnestly desiring

The same fulfillment their ancestors promised
By having participated in making
Such descendants as arrive, moaning in light.