Young God

From the burning stubble of civilization

Beneath the mourning Heavens

Will arise a young god

Nurtured by the queer people, the dreamers.

He will revive the dying Eagle;

Empty the witches brew of hate;

Refill its casks with wine of ruth;

build altars from the fragments of dead dreams

And light thereon the tapers of forgiveness.

Then will the thunderous echoes

Of the hooves of the stallion war

Die in the distance;

And again shall be heard

The triumphant screen of the Eagle

With never the clang of chains.

O queer dreamers of destiny,

Nurture well the young god

Whose name is love.