August 5th

For Stonewall

death is futile; life is futile.

enough moments to witness,
     bury     move on;

there's no time before the bulldozer
     no reason     means,
to feel.

there's no stopping the sunlit rays
     on office buildings come morning,
no excuse,

     worthwhile; understood.

there are remote emotions
     in remote bodies     to be expunged.

in the sewage below, washed away
     the things we held dear,

before us     the importance of fluorescent lights
     another day     nothing to feel.