Saturday, February 5, 2011


(a Matthew Shepard poem)

I must go see the fence;
even if it’s no longer the one
you hang from.

The old farmer cut that one down;
tired of visitors making pilgrimage
into his land to honor your martyrdom.

Perhaps this year,
or maybe the next,
I make my own journey
to this rebuilt memorial
laying my own offering.

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