Sunday, December 22, 2013

A Poem for Uganda: Our Wealth

A Poem for Uganda:  Our Wealth


It is now illegal to be a homosexual in Uganda.   We went underground to escape the mist of colonialism.  I take off your shirt to tattoo a prism, a machine gun, and a dove dripping blood from its heart.  


be a rainbow
in the gale of life
free
of heavily-lidded eyes
on the battlefield


“Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.”* Do not answer that middle-of-the-night-knocking at your door without resistance.  We are no longer children of the half-light.


artless fog
man-on-man smithereens
in a moment 
black-on-black blemish
without a purpose



·         John F. Kennedy



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