Ode to the One who Loved the Moon
Jun 7, 2021
In memory of a friend: activist, writer, queer icon lost to Cancer.
How do you mourn for him?
Who stayed only for a while-
but what was forever;
Who carried a unadulterated smile
and throbbing, piercing pain;
Whose insides the chemo burnt;
but none of his spirit.
Who would want to conquer all:
but little time in his hands.
Who would herald the colors of pride
even when the cancerous inferno raged inside.
“Moon is my lover” , he’d say-
strumming on his uke.
How do you mourn -
the one who loved the moon
and whom the moon loved back?
