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To watch the scene through hard, grey eyes To see the lies too clear To stand astride a never land At once both straight and queer. Of wispy dreams and steely thought Of body often pierced Of slender, gentle, shaking hands Of fear beyond the fierce. How cold to be so cool in hell To shield an image so To flee awhile if not your youth In leaves of grass and woe. And in each fall, a deeper fall A fall whose only end Must catch the wind on dragon wings And puff your magic friend. You weighed a game that others chance A play that oft destroys Until at last you saw and deemed Some boys will be with boys. So dress yourself in pretty robes And gussie up your hair The hand that mocks, the hand that fetes No prince or queen more fair. Copyright © 2000 Paul Heno |
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