Broke Back Poem by Patrick Fealy

It died up on the mountain
A cowboy killed the flame
In every heart that longed for love
all beauty was defamed
No journey to the bar room
No poker table brawl
The dusty trail could not endure
when nature was appalled
Let's take a rope and hang them
Let's string them up at last
Those rustlers that stole our dreams
our heroed storied past
Long gone are all the hoedowns
The silver studded boots
They sit outside that vial tent
where pole cats looked like fruits