Because
it is love, then love should free
the
caged children—
the
dove, peacock, lion and dog
but
because it is the old love,
humbly
beautified by Sebastian’s rosettes,
and
Wilde’s green carnation, and because
it
is not the truth of many, championed by
a
legion of defenders ,
Flesh
cries out the memory
of
the tomb, a catacomb of
shattered
perfection where iniquity
breeds
into the space
between
the stars
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