The Queer of Flander's Fields

The Queer of Flanders Fields Under a drear and reckless sky The dead in AIDs on courses lie.

There's was a life of spectral youth And they lived it all with a will.

Over the roofs of artistic lofts, Sits many a grieving lover lost In fond recollection of sweet embrace And they agonize with a will.

Following showers and city rain Many attempt to party again, But cannot keep out the dampening mist, Though they celebrate with a will.

Here, where the body's exquisite shape Led to many a lonesome date, Come necklaced ghosts of the lethal queens Who were fabulous with a will.

I was the one who would not walk in That entrance and wilderness of sin.

I am the one who is yet alive And I slake my thirsts with a will.

Carl Estrin