This Cry of Us non moriar sed vivam We get here and let out a cry Not knowing what to say But announcing our arrival Before the words we mean What afterwards is in between As our way of saying here I Am for now anyway Arriving at my survival Coming to be to do What it is I am supposed to Haunted to want to get going With getting on with it As soon as we get our first breath What comes out as this cry Of us to live and not to die Not knowing the words yet knowing That this is it to get At this matter of life and death This cry of us to be Is what poetry is to me Steven Curtis Lance