<P>in this place</P><P> there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.</P><P> there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the</P><P> cross.</P><P> the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow</P><P> on the wall before me.</P><P> my love</P><P> what is left of it</P><P> now must crawl</P><P> to wherever it can crawl.</P><P> the strongest know that death is </P><P> final</P><P> and the happiest are those gifted with the</P><P> shortest journey.</P>