When They Come For Us

 In a cramped gov't office

let our affair begin. 

I shall publish my passion

on an illegal press in the basement 

of an abandoned apartment complex

run by a nice foreign couple.

They had to flee

one step ahead of an inflamed mob,

but who now tend window boxes

and play cello duets.

Undress for me

like a chrysalis.

Speak to me

through a paper cup

and down a long string to my heart.

When they come for us--

having already disposed of the foreign couple--

we will sing,

our song enhanced by the ropes

around our throats,

Our dignity flying proudly

like a banner

or a prayer flag

or a balloon man at a car dealer

Until we kiss,

infuriating our tormentors

and made to dig our own graves beforehand

with love trinkets,

and our bare hands

as if making love or committing homicide.