LGB Alliance say their voices were SILENCED following legal battle with ...

𝗜𝗻 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 (by Edward Hirsch)

 

Like a stunned piano, like a bucket

of fresh milk flung into the air

or a dozen fists of confetti

thrown hard at a bride

stepping down from the altar,

the stars surprise the sky.

Think of dazed stones

floating overhead or an ocean

of starfish hung up to dry. Yes,

like a conductor's expectant arm

about to lift toward the chorus,

or a juggler's plates defying gravity,

or a hundred fastballs fired at once

and freezing in midair, the stars

startle the sky over the city.

 

And that's why drunks leaning up

against abandoned buildings, women

hurrying home on deserted side streets,

policemen turning blind corners, and

even thieves stepping from alleys

all stare up at once. Why else do

sleepwalkers move toward the windows,

or old men drag flimsy lawn chairs

onto fire escapes, or hardened criminals

press sad foreheads to steel bars?

 

Because the night is alive with lamps!

That's why in dark houses all over the city

dreams stir in the pillows, a million

plumes of breath rise into the sky.