Together by Len Kuntz

Encircled
we hold hands
and sing
our voices rising
with white breath
hot as flames
toward a certain heaven.
Tomorrow
long after Christmas has passed
we will still be here
praising peace
and goodwill toward men.
We will
carry each other on our backs
build a final fortress
or fill the hollow mouths of our brethren
but what we will not ever do is
stop proclaiming
what is
and what should be.