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[chelidon]

I was just reading an entry by an old friend of mine, who is showing and describing a wonderful work of fiber art/sculptural garment he has in a current show, and in it he posted a snippet of poetry that absolutely blew me away, and I felt compelled to share it. Mmm, such a gift. Delicious.

…your eternity. This failing city’s
radiant as any we’ll ever know,
paved with oily rainbow, charred gates

jeweled with tags, swoops of letters
over letters, indecipherable as anything
written by desire. I’m not ashamed

to love Babylon’s scrawl. How could I be?
It’s written on my face as much as on
these walls. The city’s inescapable,

gorgeous, and on fire. I have my kingdom.

--Mark Doty, “Homo Will Not Inherit”