See our love, hands held tight through the moving
Crowd, with even that bond to lose. Hear them,
The raging speeches, the votes promptly cast
In the heartless slit's pit. Hear the counting.
Please. Let us love while we can, at the hem
Of the Titanic while it's allowed, fast
If we must. When the uniforms marching
Find us, when the law rips this flower's stem,
Treasure the anarchy of lovers past.