To Harry in D.H.

Hoh! Such a grin is
greatness in glittering vibrant ecstasy.
What a world you will into surface
of my silly imagination.
Euphoria you,
smile into sunsets silent
set for the Western Seas.
Be brave, be light.
Lo! The grave golden mask we
bear - hold high!
Grin in the face of death.
Smile is the mask we have left.