Two aging men together
Suddenly, two elderly men
cornered on the love corner
of their sixty-something
bankrupt dreams are witnesses
of the epidemic spread of fear
and rejection. They are
together. Giving each other
what remains of their dignity,
pillaging death, and salt.
They’ve learned to queer it up
without a map, without a condom,
with no more radar than their intuition.
They distill with patient certainty
the fact that there is no better tomorrow
for those who seek to be sanctified
by the light of the phallus.
A hand strings together their grey hairs,
their star of David. Who cares if you’re young,
you’ll get there too.