"Vale" from Carthage
I, now at Carthage. He, shot dead at Rome.
Shipmates last May. "And what if one of us,"
I asked last May, in fun, in gentleness,
"Wear doom, like dungarees, and doesn't know?"
He laughed, "Not see Times Square again?" The foam,
Feathering across that deck a year ago,
Swept those five words --like seeds--beyond the seas
Into his future. There they grew like trees;
And as he passed them there next spring, they laid
Upon his road of fire their sudden shade.
Though he had always scrapped his mess-kit pure
And scrubbed redeemingly his barracks floor,
Though all his button glowed their ritual-hymn
Like cloudless moons to intercede for him,
No furlough fluttered from the sky. He will
Not see Times Square--he will not see--h will
Not see Times
change; at Carthage (while my friend,
Living those words at Rome, screamed in the end)
I saw an ancient Roman's tomb and read
"Vale" in stone. Here two wars mix their dead:
Roman, my shipmate's dream walks hand in hand
With yours tonight ("New York again" and "Rome"),
Like widowed sisters bearing water home
On tired heads through hot Tunisian sand
In good cool urns, and says, "I understand."
Roman, you'll see your Forum Square no more.
What's left but this to say of any war?
SANCTUARY, I FUCKING LOVE YOU!! (Why yes, I did just watch Monsoon.)
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Edit: Also, why does LJ think I live on Rip Van Winkle? I don't.
I live somewhere with seasons now and every time I think about you I stop myself. The leaves never changed when you were around. The heat pressed down on me until you could see everything: just how pale my skin was and the stretch of a scar over my shoulder. It is safe in my coat and my scarf, where I can keep myself together without you pushing all the parts of me against each other. You never really understood (you never really tried) why the flowers are so much more beautiful after they’ve been gone for a while. You were the all the time, the same all the time, making me sweat and burning the soft parts of my skin. Things are different now – thing are better when I can believe in autumn. And someday I won’t want your perpetual summer anymore.
Originally posted by neo_prodigy
at Spirit Day
It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes at at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools.
RIP Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh (top)
RIP Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase (middle)
RIP Asher Brown and Billy Lucas. (bottom)
REBLOG to spread a message of love, unity and peace.