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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Slight Disagreement, In Utmost Respect, With The Great Poet, Constantine Cavafy
Great Master Cavafy, though I esteem you the greatest
Poet of the Homosexual fraternity, I believe, but with
utmost respect, that you erred to describe Kaisarion's
shoes, and the ribbons that secured them, on the day of
Proclamation of the Kingships bestowed by Mark Antony,
Proconsul of the will of the Senate, and of the
People, of Rome. If we had been able to secure even a
passing glimpse---across the dais, across the crowd,
across the ages---we would have seen that beneath his
ankle-length robe, Kaisarion's feet were bare, or
sheathed by sheer silk stockings (the garment his
mother had designed), perhaps yellow silk stockings.
We might have noticed, also, the tight braiding of
his nearly waist-length dreads. And we would have,
most likely, envied his BoyFriend, a gorgeous commoner,
son of the Palace's chief baker, who, having apprenticed to
his father, knows his way with a long squirt of whipped cream.
Starward*Led
