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The Poet whom British haters reviled

has, somewhere not that far from Paris, died:

the still great, but now broken, Oscar Wilde.

He, lover of young, pretty men defied

the expectations of society,

whose thoughtless prejudices always are

present to interfere with buoyant love.

On you, the literary irony

is not lost:  you sign your poems as "K. R."

by choice.  But English bastards, to their shame,

had, by force, stripped poor Oscar of his name

(a theft no one bothers to recompense):

thus, "Reading Gaol," as title, stands above

the penal designation, C. 3. 3.

To Oscar's sadly quiet funeral,

his life's love, Alfred "Bosie" Douglas, came:

his sorrow seemed to be a real pretense;

Too soon, his accusations will commence;

too soon, he will declare his many woes

(according to the old Queensbury Rule,

litigously fine whines, shrieked by a fool).

Before your Orthodox Icons, you pray

to Christ and His Mother for Oscar's repose,

and give great comfort to his needy soul;

then rest assured---for that is Their gracious way.

Starward*Led