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.