I will

There still is so much work to do,
My friend and cell-mate, if our fates
Not spell-bound by a state of states
Will lead to valleys of the new.
I watch my spirit slowly grow;
It is a privilege, but it
Is like a wall that misses grit
And misses bricks and all parts show
My holes I cannot fill nor mend.
– At least not yet. I will survive,
The rest can die but I will rend
The flags of Queens or burn their hive:
I will, I will, I will, the end
Is just I will, or not alive.