My GIO does not answer, its lips are pale and still;
My GIO does not feel my arm, it has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my GIO lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
---- Adapted from "O Captain! My Captain!" (Walt Whitman)
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