A stopwatch and an ordnance map. br At five a man fell to the ground br And the watch flew off his wrist br Like a moon struck from the earth br Marking a blank time that stares br On the tides of change beneath. br All under the olive trees. br A stopwatch and an ordnance map. br He stayed faithfully in that place br From his living comrade split br By dividers of the bullet br Opening wide the distances br Of his final loneliness. br br All under the olive trees. br A stopwatch and an ordnance map. br And the bones are fixed at five br Under the moon's timelessness; br But another who lives on br Wears within his heart forever br Space split open by the bullet. br All under the olive trees.