POEM: For the Antinoopolitan Lovers

Brothers, they said, these men must be brothers,
they said of two men standing so close together,
together in life, together in death, brothers, though
they look nothing alike, except they’re both men,
brothers, surely, with their arms around each other,
at least comrades in arms, devoted friends,
like Gilgamesh and Enkidu, or Holmes and Watson,
or Kirk and Spock, or Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.


In the city of Antinoopolis, perhaps this was
not brotherhood but friendship; perhaps friendship
is love; perhaps love belongs to men with men
and women with women as well as women with men,
perhaps Eros blesses all bonds of love and friendship,
perhaps two people could stand up with dignity and say,
We are friends, we are lovers, we are partners,
we have chosen one another, and people do stand up,
people say this, people are living this way
in the Antinoopolis we are building, today,
in our words, our lives, our hearts.