Young man, step outside your dormitory
room and into the adjacent corridor.
Give your neighbors' and classmates' beauty a long gaze:
shirtless, clad in baggy jeans or cargo pants;
shoeless, their feet bare or socksheathed.
A hundred or more homophobic rants
falter like squashed insects and fall before
the current term's ten weeks' nights and days
that you live in this building (labeled, "all male").
Into your schedule, this Beauty will have breathed
an engorging sense of fraternity
(quite ancient: Homosexuality);
and its vast starfields will prevail
over the dull landscape (not just an allegory).
Starward-Led