Elegy for J. F. K.

When a just man dies,

Lamentation and praise,

Sorrow and joy, are one.

Why then, Why there,

Why thus, we cry, did he die?

The heavens are silent.

What he was, he was:

What he is fated to become

Depends on us.

Remembering his death

How we choose to live

Will decide its meaning.

When a just man dies,

Lamentation and praise,

Sorrow and joy, are one.