I am not asked to describe it
Because you have forgotten.
Crosses to bear, in neat rows
I already have mine
I walk on.

I do not hazard to describe it
Today, invisible, tomorrow, invisible,
All the days before now
All those we have yet to face.

I sometimes cry:
I cannot go on
I shall go mad
It is unbearable –

Yet
there is no-one else.
It has been borne,
And must be.