Courting our Fate

Corey Mesler

The charge is light.

The ruling, which we will

wait up all night for,

will be made by straight men,

men who know the edge

is just another border.

The peers will be in darkness.

The sight shall go first

from our eyes.

The noise you hear right before

the end will be the band

warming up. The song they will

play for our dissolution

will be “All Along the Watchtower.”

We will stand right before we fall.

We will fall anyway.