"Well, Laramie, the fine folks here will say
"is typical of apple-pie America;
"and nourishes a thriving homophobia,
"and got no place for for queers, fairies and gay
"faggots---and them who come here will long rue the day."
The man said this with pride of place and obvious glee.
But, then the cancer plunged him into untold agony.
Incurable, it brought him closer to his final breath.
He watched in rising terror at the swift approach of death.
They buried him anong good Christians: that unworthy knave.
I, too, attended his perfunctory funeral.
I asked the Lord to plunge that man's arrogant soul
into damnation. Then I spit upon his grave.
Starward