Brothers in Love & Arms — A Paean
Men need one another but the masculine urge too often destroys
Your wounds are fragrant brother.
Let us propitiate the gods.
I ask for their good favour
so we may sing together.
Let us play the harp & lyre as men once did
learn the feminine arts
without loss, compromise or
giving our power into the jaws
of the unconscious, dark feminine.
Hold the line for others who are lost.
Send your beacon far & long.
Let us rise to the level of gods
enjoy our sparring but put away
the venom, fly the colours of ideal love
yet keep hard ground beneath our feet
swords at the ready — for the clashing
rocks of this world are upon us.
We need each other, not as rivals
but as loyal spur to help each win
at this game of life. For soon —
it will all be done. I wish to cast back
& say, I loved my brother.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
Marcus aka Gregory Maidman, augmented man, Brian Seltzer, Mustapha El Hajj, Spyder, David Rudder, John Welford, John Gordon Sennett, John Haslam, Bobby G, Frank Ontario, Graham Pemberton, Hayden Moore, David S. Bob Metivier, Dan Carignan, Mario López-Goicoechea, Sam Aureli, Richard Childs
