We walked in the shadow of skyscrapers;
We vogued in the shadow of death.
Glitter balls cast silver stars
On dancing faces, grimacing.
We marched, we loved,
We nursed, we grieved.
Shouting in the face of indifference
Raging at the wall of denial.
Too long gone now, the dancers the DJs
the actors lawyers artists waiters.
Too many buried young,
too many never old.
We remember them
and say their names
and ask that their memories
will always be
the blessing
that we know they were.
