That day, that particular sunlight,
Captured, vanquished by time.
Burned image of a soul in transit;
Circumambulating Dante’s tenth circle;
What happened, my Brother?

Much has been made of the vest;
The pants and boots, the protection from - what?
But I remember the innocence they covered;
Lightly hoped and brightly shone;
Where are you now, my Brother?

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