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Robin Blaser

 

Robin Blaser


In Remembrance of Matthew Shepard
 
 


How sad I am. How sad
this violation of the existential
given and Matthew's song —
another debt of this indecent
century — what is to be said
about this hideous traffic
in religion
 that has taught
blasphemy for centuries
against Jews, blacks, aboriginals,
women, Gypsies, and homosexuals
everywhere. 'They' put on Jesus-shoes.
He never wore them.
'Their' sacrifices to hate and hell.
There is no more to be said
about God
, except the infinite exposure
of our finitude
 that 'they' have taught.
Love arrives as a promise.
Every particular love is Love,
dear Matthew. How love shatters
when they stopped your song —
the shatters in which we trust.
Yes, the philosopher said: The glorious body
cannot but be the mortal body itself.
What changes are not the things but their limits.
It is as if there hovered over them something
like a halo, a glory.
 Dear Matthew.

October 1998


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