An Exegesis of Homophobia- Imprecation No.1

An Exegesis of Homophobia-

Imprecation No.1

i.

A childhood

on the boundary

of bush and lawn,

black and white,

where no dawn

soothed the night.

ii.

to be a lover

was to be

a fighter.

bookish,  nerdish

pacificist.

Limp wrists

of

Queensberry pugilists.

take

their

hands off

socks.

their

sweet

tongues

enticing cocks.

iii.

 ailing , you

blur faces

at the safety of the bar.

Upstairs you fall,

beloved,

following the rat piper.

Die young :

The  old  ritual call.

More pretty friends dead,

 pity

is all.