Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Queer

We are the strange,
the beautiful,
the queer, twisted like hempen rope.
Having seen the end of every hope,
and yet still here.
Still here through everything,
we beautiful few,
carrying our dead friends in our hearts,
carrying our duty on our backs,
and the sins of abusive fathers on our skin.
Condemned for our queer,
and yet saved by it.
Salve Regina to our queer.
Long may it live.
Long may we live,
The Beautiful.

-o0o-

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