(to JH)

When did it occur, dear brother?
When did you become this hollow man-woman?
When was it that you fucked away your last scrap of soul,
Dicked thoughtlessly to a nameless, unattractive body
Now piled onto your crypt-stack of whorish, diseased corpses?
When were you first infected?
When was it,
That you became so obsessed with being gay
That you stopped being human?

Know this, oh queen among men–
When you die, a shelled-out husk
Painted up as brightly and thickly as you were in life,
Know that i mourned your passing with reflective pity
Long before your sickly, pale, and wan body
Gave up its fight
Against the reality of an unpoetic death.