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.