Feb 2013
The queer gods ruled the ancient world,
The ancient world was queer,
It was ancient when the queers ruled.
Now we are a whisper of the past,
Now we are a thread and gasp,
A rasp, of leaves on a summers day,
Whisked away.
The ancient world was queer,
It was ancient when the queers ruled.
Now we are a whisper of the past,
Now we are a thread and gasp,
A rasp, of leaves on a summers day,
Whisked away.
I liked your poem One Skirt Army (on this site as well), Ugochukwu-Charles Onyewuchi. It inspired me to write this one.
