Sonnet about Friendship
But Francis Bacon says there’s almost no
Such thing as friendship in the world, and least Of all between equals. Call him “bro”— He’ll turn into that foe we call the beast, Dite Derrida. The Christ called Judas, “Friend,” Received betrayal in a sexless kiss Because the man thought God would condescend To save Himself from cruciform abyss If he could force the proclamation of The Kingdom—lifting Iscariot up Onto a throne. No doubt he thought that love Propelled him. They shared a suicide’s cup. Disciple and Lord reached equality, Dangling zigzag damaged from friendship’s tree. |