“Very strong, powerful men. Young.”
Strong, powerful: men. Young. They come
bright-eyed and desiring all we’ve built
on the Manhattan bedrock and Mississippi silt,
long after our dead, gorgeous youth had run
off the Indians, French, buffalo; won
the West; their beautiful hands grasped the hilt
of the ploughshare-sword. Less masculine men, guilt-
wracked, longing for that smooth flesh, dumb
to their inarticulate desire to be near
this youth would open up the castle to
these hordes of lovely angels; but I, a man
old enough to be beyond such queer,
unusual wants, know better; I only rue
my lost marble, now an expensive tan.
5 thoughts on “Du mußt dein Leben ändern”
i’m straight but
You speak to me, somehow.
No such rhapsodies since T.E. Lawrence.
awesome. “whether we are mended, or whe’r better they, or revolution be the same,” indeed.