Sing to me
Sing to me
You who have dared to follow
your
inner
voice
turning your penis outside in
creating a vagina.
Sing to me
Your temptress song
ignite the screams
of the faggots
who stand at your feet
demanding your beatification.
I stand fist-clenched naked
Amid your true believers
Whither at the roar of your voice
a torch
that consumes and licks at my balls
fans the heat
of my sudden conversion.
But you,
You like Shaw’s St. Joan
simply laugh as you walk
from the platform of your performance
(flames extinguished by stagehands)
wipe away the sweat and makeup
quench your thirst
looking longingly at the tampon
box you’ll never use.
While I
I howl in pain
auschwitzed against the wall
unable to cauterize
nerve endings aching to be seared
Before I dare leave this place, your chamber.
Written for SFU Poetry Class many years ago.
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