Ignorance

Ignorance

Tonight I fancy bareback, quips this youth

who, live, chats in the Gaydar Dot Com's chat-room.

Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher rammed doom,

white lilies, so far up my arse the truth

- and curse - when I was this youth's age was clear:

I had to run.  For lust, like lava, poured

at heel - would chase me till I'd found that ward

of walking bones.  I'd die within the year

"...of ignorance" like every nameless queer.

That ad bent, buckled me to my career.

I shook.  And learned what those Pompeiians learned:

this heat is just the start of being burned.

Tonight this youth believes no one was mourned.

I shake.  I lust.  A leaf.  Not green.  But here.

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