Fort Sumter became an outpost when Anderson retreated from vulnerability

And I am my own sanctuary.

Fort Sumter’s meager cache urged for a supply that wouldn’t come

And I am short on certainty.

Fort Sumter withstood the first barrage

And I feel brave in the beginning.

Fort Sumter received shell after shell

And I straighten my spine.

Fort Sumter is left empty and damaged yet surrendered and whole

And I am still under fire, ignorant of the ways of retreat.