III
You, the strong sons of anger and the sea,
What darkness on the wings of battle flew?
Then the great dead made answer: “Also we
With Nelson found oblivion: Nelson, who
When cheering out of port in spirit grew
To be one purpose with the wind and tide—
Our nameless hulks are sunk and rotted through:
The Devil didn’t like us and we died.”
Envoi
Prince, may I venture (since it’s only you)
To speak discreetly of The Crucified?
He was extremely unsuccessful too:
The Devil didn’t like Him, and He died.