Alan Turing

My Christopher
for my Brother

I Took that Bite because I loved him

In my Dark Soul, where these Platitudes arise,

euphemisms for sleep summoned-up other names for

The Chocolate Moon, The way Li Po Leapt into the Yellowing Moon

forever in the river, that thing you loved most about me

there that’s it, the nice way of saying I’m Dead too

I’ve ever been dead ever since

And so are you aren’t you, so are you,

there’s a kindness to strangers

died by accident You, forever boyish You, I survived Along alone

I Taught them to fight their wars, to figure out their Enigma in Hut 8

little did they know how dead I really was, all along all of that dead, as dead as

Nevermatter, remember lunch, the way our Doomy hands Traded gentle brushes, Never certain

The nervous glances, the heartfelt way we’d Caress, remember Behind the tree, past the liegh

were we first kissed, of course you don’t your dead, silly boy go and die why don’t you

at least you’ve built a man worth dying about, at least you’ve cordoned this apple

that I probably would’ve tasted anyway and fixed to my heart, my external glorious heart

wherein its polished surface I may whiteness the white divine

Oh my love, where were we when you died? you somewhere in my fiction

I miles deep in a cavern of chalk-dust and refuse, I can only hardly remember you now

and so when you go I’ll go, I mean we’ll go, together-forever