Just now, Michael spoke <br />Not from courage <br />Nor from hope. <br />'I'm dying, ' he says <br />'I'm dying of a disease <br />That has no cure.' <br />The people clap <br />For his bravery, <br />Like a bloodied hunter <br />Standing next to his corpse. <br />And his willingness <br />To share what <br />Ails him <br />But no one kisses <br />Him in the darkness <br />Nor brings him <br />Home to love.<br /><br />Charlotte Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aids-19/
