So let it be written.

So let it be done.

If that human had a human head on his door, there would be an Outrage.

This is Obvious.

That there is no real difference between a deer head, and a human head: this will not be understood, by most of the humans—at least in our lifetime.

Such is life.

Ours, anyway.

; )

Have I told you that on the main street a few blocks from my apartment is a door upon which is festooned a real mounted deer head, which this time of year is used to hang the holiday wreath? Running at people and swiping them with T.P is nothing, compared to that.

Young men walking the open streets
Of death’s republic, remember your lovers.

When you foresaw with vision prescient
The planet pain rising across your sky
We fused your sight in our soft-burning beauty;
We laid you down in meadows drunk with cowslips
And led you in the ways of our bright city.
Young men who wander death’s vague meadows
Remember your lovers who gave you more than flowers.

When truth came prying like a surgeon’s knife
Among the delicate movements of your brain
We called your spirit from its narrow den
And kissed your courage back to meet the blade -
Our anaesthetic beauty saved you then.
Young men whose sickness death has cured at last
Remember your lovers and covet their disease.

When you woke grave-chilled at midnight
To pace the pavement of your bitter dream
We brought you back to bed and brought you home
From the dark antechamber of desire
Into our lust as warm as candle-flame.
Young men who lie in the carven beds of death
Remember your lovers who gave you more than dreams.

From the sun sheltering your careless head
Or from the painted devil your quick eye,
We led you out of terror tenderly
And fooled you into peace with our soft words
And gave you all we had and let you die.

Young men drunk with death’s unquenchable wisdom
Remember your lovers who gave you more than love.

It’s odd, the sensation of living near Gettysburg. Because it causes people to be ultra-reverent toward the military, seeing as so many Northern Pennsylvanians lost their lives in the Civil War, but people are also largely pro-confederacy, technically the “enemy” of our military at the time. When I try to point this out, and say I’m not particularly proud to be related to Robert E. Less, as he was a traitor, they just stare at me like I’m speaking Klingon.