The Scarecrow (for Matthew Shepard)
With you pinned up in the sky like a scarecrow in a field of apples, knowing for hours you were going to die, it was almost Christian how you gave up the ghost. You were a bruised light tethered and softer than a pale blue dust shard. You were psychedelic in the papers, as they whirled you into hero, target victim, saviour, shame. Yet you were only the Hanged Man, baffled by the things that this world lacks, how few devices in it left to save you. Lorette C. Luzajic This poem is from The Astronaut's Wife: Poems of Eros and Thanatos, Handymaiden Editions, 2006. It is reprinted here today in memory of our fallen friends in Orlando, Florida.
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Alarie Tennille
6/14/2016 03:52:35 pm
Wow, Lorette, what a powerful ending!
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