Classic Poem

Will you stand tall?

His feet are neither attached to land
to sea nor to sky ...
Will you stand tall?

He bends down, a corpse in the darkness
far from his kin,
submitting to strangers,
their joints chilled,
their vision stunted
Will you stand tall?

He bends down, a form
slackening ...
disintegrating bit
by bit
He treads the earth with his head
weeping
Will you stand tall?

where are his feet?