I hate change so much,
That I suffer change to happen
All around me,
Weeping when she leaves me,
While I do not change.
I am hated for being chaste,
Condemned for not discussing race,
Condemned for being good.
Some change to avoid change;
God, I wish I could.
“I want to die with you so we never go away,”
I heard Harry Crosby say.
“I wish you would kill me as I sleep
And then yourself, out of love.
We won’t. Let the others weep.”
This is why, like Harry, I plan
To not change, even as change happens to Man,
Even as society changes, and no one finds it strange;
But I do.
I hate change.