A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth

Opposition Reform 

I’m waging my battle to the brink

Of desolation 

Of description 

Of dry parts which merit all but allow no depiction 

I am 

A crack in the screen of your fugitive mind 

A cellular signal in your homophobic mind to attack 

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Rouse and descend

Till history makes forgotten martyrs of us all

In the shopping mall

On the chopping block 

In a pink stick of chapstick 

In the gut 

The gums 

The hum of enemy guns 

Ringing out during the doxology

Where no mind had seen nor ear has heard the agonized plea of a single opposite mind