World AIDS Day
Improv on Psalm 137:1-6
By the rivers of Boston -
Mystic and Charles -
Every year I sit down and cry,
remembering so many
theatre friends
from the seventies in New York.
And on this day
I write a playbill of their names
and their favorite parts.
I sing rainbow
and watch the hanging of quilts.
And I weep by every river,
in Sub-Saharan Africa, Eastern Europe,
Asia, Latin America,
by every willow where HIV/AIDS
has taken the creative ones among us,
many queer
chased away from faith,
and many women the age of girls.
If I forget you, AIDS pandemic,
orphan-maker,
in the midst of other sorrows
let my heart wither,
let my COVID-hope songs
fall silent on the balconies
and in the Zoom boxes of the earth.
If I do not remember
not just to mask, but to ask -
who is testing for this old killer,
then come remind me,
first holy day in Advent,
when every year we cry our names
that we insist that the world
should be enrolled.