Oct 072012
 

Today is the 14th anniversary of the night Matthew Shepard was brutally beaten, tied to a fence, and left for dead. I’m tempted to write more, but want to leave it with this poem, written by Leslea Newman, as part of the October Mourning project.

Matthew Shepard’s beating and death brought a lot of attention to hate crimes against LGBTQ people. While attention has been raised, and the Matthew Shepard Act against hate crimes has since been passed, we still have a long way to go. More on that in a later post. . .

The Fence
(that night)

I held him all night long
He was heavy as a broken heart
Tears fell from his unblinking eyes
He was dead weight yet he kept breathing

He was heavy as a broken heart
His own heart wouldn’t stop beating
He was dead weight yet he kept breathing
His face streaked with moonlight and blood

His own heart wouldn’t stop beating
The cold wind wouldn’t stop blowing
His face streaked with moonlight and blood
I tightened my grip and held on

The cold wind wouldn’t stop blowing
We were out on the prairie alone
I tightened my grip and held on
I saw what was done to this child

We were out on the prairie alone
Their truck was the last thing he saw
I saw what was done to this child
I cradled him just like a mother

Their truck was the last thing he saw
Tears fell from his unblinking eyes
I cradled him just like a mother
I held him all night long

  One Response to “The Fence (that night)”

  1. A sad day. I hope we continue to make progress to honor his memory.

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