In the British Library and Later

     In the British Library and Later

He spends his life among the books, the great

Ones, yes, of course.  He reads about men’s love,

Of Lancelot for Guenevere, and hate

When men love men.  He asks himself, “When’s love

If men love men and women?”  He leans back

Upon his seat beside the stacks of books.

He chooses not to leave.  He chooses slack

Attempts at love, the coyness of looks

In Austen’s ballrooms, coyness aloft

Between the pages.  Heroines love men,

In self-control and middle classes, soft

The voice of women, soft the dicks of men.

  It’s easier that way, that safer way.

    When he gets home, his cock has turned to gray.

Phillip Whidden