Roger- the Good Man

Tribal Elder not consigned
To forest fires, rising spirits
And shamanic dreams...
Practice, patience and healing
Shadow his life-weathered countenance.
Sorrow and joy covered under black leather jacket
Scarred with kisses of blood, beer
And the angry pain of revolt-
Gender fucked! and standing for freedom-
Lady Liberty-like in drag
Documenting the action now
As film-maker and chronicler
Claiming both the ancient and the new
In queer and shared history.
Working with mortal life's passion
With the abyss hot on his heels
To solve the telling and vital riddle
Of family and Community-
Just who is in truth included?
Gemini Twin, but far too lyric to be confined.
Completed rather,
Like a shiny, silver, luminous cock ring-
A living Ouroboros
And chosen Archetype,
He defeats retreat by advancing
To complete the Circle of Life.
He bears meaning and memory
On his back for his time
And on to us this day
Through his own magick-
God's eternal rhyme.

cjk 2010