I’d die for it to be different: stand in front of a tank called Sunrise, take one in the chest from Liberty Inc.,
If it made us freer.
I might, if I had the strength,
Reluctant versus a door, I might prefer stones attached to the neck and drowning, issue an avoiding excuse at the door of the right place — but others limp in and drag me with them,
I know it, eventually I have to take a Lilliputian death,