Ode

Where have you gone, strange
   little man, tiny giant?
in your triumph there were still
         heavy irons welded to your
                 thin ankles, put there
       to keep you from flying away.
 At first glance, you were an illogical proposition
       with your cupidinous lips a tremble
and moustache of another age set
         against the slovenly backdrop of
                    studiously un stylish rock-n-roll
you stood unabashed, your thin pale arms exposed,    
   
    a midst the snarl and the leather and
             uninspired, there you were
              with your merry men, mincing and
    prancing, with outrageous melody.....

            where are you now, Mr. Mercury,
    knight of the air?

            and those ones who might have called you faggot, homo,
                          queer....

are the ones who you swept up in an operatic
        fashion, their heads banging to the
             luxurious crescendos, singing
                  with you when you moaned
                   that nothing really matters

  our fanfare was your joyous voice, being
                     champions after all
        is a universal dream...
   
                  We could use a
                   guy like you
                    to show us the
        way to treat our brothers and sisters
                 and be silly and
                           elegant
                at the same damn time.