My joy
On watching
The sheer beauty
Of the boy
Is marred by the sudden
Realisation
That he does not know
That he has to go through all this,
That his happiness
Will never be greater,
That he'll never feel
More secure than this,
That his father feels
The knowledge of his son's death
Sharper than that of his own,
That this secret's well kept
- Let the boy live,
And unfold and learn,
Watch his own son, feel this,
And die in his turn.