To My Gaybours.

I wasn't joking

when I offered

to give you a life

to cradle it for you
for nine turns of our moon

& all too soon hand it over to you.

I wasn't joking

but you looked at me like-

how could I be serious?

take this miracle so lightly? 

probably only to yank it back

once reality set in

I know one thing-

life is reality.

& after

& before

we haven't yet

remembered how to experience.

I know one breath

created by ash and science

is more precious

than a thousand bullets fighting a war

that no one ever remembers escalating

I believe there are things worth living for

there are many

who deserve to create life in their bellies

but can't.

& people who can't fill the holes in their bodies

no matter how hard they try,

yet they make life by accident.

So yes- I think you'd both be great fathers.

I see it in the way you look at him

that you've created love between you.

& where love lives, life grows.

We can start a revolution through union

you know,

my son is still young

but I hope someday
he will become

the kind of men that you are.

the world is better now that he is here.

and we all need
the kind of child

you two will grow