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the sun warms me

the wind soothes me

still still still

I wonder

will I always be out here

exposed and alone?

will I ever know why

I was put (here) on this earth?

will somebody someday

stumble upon me?

will anyone remember me

a er I’m gone?

Still, still, still … I wonder.

Recitation II

Tuesday night. Matthew attended a meeting of the University of Wyoming’s

Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Association, then joined others for co ee

at the College Inn. Around : , he went to the Fireside Bar, where he later

met Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson. Near midnight, they drove

him to a remote area, tied him to a buck and rail fence, beat him horribly

and le him to die in the cold of night.

The Fence (that night)

Most noble evergreen with your roots in the sun:

you shine in the cloudless sky of a sphere no earthly eminence can grasp,

You blush like the dawn,

you burn like a ame of the sun. ^

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

e cold wind wouldn’t stop blowing

His face streaked with moonlight and blood

I tightened my grip and held on

e 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

eir truck was the last thing he saw

I saw what was done to this child

I cradled him just like a mother

Most noble evergreen, most noble evergreen, your roots in the sun …

eir 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

Most noble evergreen …

Recitation III

e next morning, Matthew was found by a cyclist, a fellow student, who

at rst thought he was a scarecrow. A er several days in a coma and on life

support, Matthew Shepard died on Monday, October , at : a.m. At

the funeral, which took place on Friday, October , at St Mark’s Episcopal

Church in Casper, Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist Church protested

outside.

A Protestor

God Hates Fags, Matt in Hell

—Signs held by anti-gay protestors at Matthew Shepard’s funeral

and the trials of his murderers

kreuzige, kreuzige!

(translation: crucify, crucify)

A boy who takes a boy to bed?

Where I come from that’s not polite

He asked for it, you got that right

e res of Hell burn hot and red

e only good fag is a fag that’s dead

A man and a woman, the Good Lord said

As sure as Eve took that rst bite

e res of Hell burn hot and red

kreuzige, kreuzige!

Beneath the Hunter’s Moon he bled

at must have been a pretty sight

e res of Hell burn hot and red

C’mon, kids, it’s time for bed

Say your prayers, kiss Dad good night

A boy who takes a boy to bed?

e res of Hell burn hot and red

crucify, crucify … the light

crucify the light …

Keep It Away From Me (The Wound of Love)

don’t wanna look on this

never get near

ames too raw for me

grief too deep

keep it away from me

stay out of my heart

stay out of my hope

some son, somebody’s pain

some child gone

child never mine

born to this trouble

don’t wanna be born to this world

world where sometimes yes

world where mostly no

the wound of love ^

smoke round my throat

rain down my soul

no heaven lies

keep them gone

keep them never

grief too deep, ames too raw

keep them away from me

stay out of my heart

stay out of my hope

don’t try

any old story on me

no wing no song

no cry no comfort ye

no wound ever mine

close up the gates of night

the wound of love

keep this all away from me

the wound of love

you take away

the wounds of the world

keep it away from me

Recitation IV

National media began to broadcast the story. As the news began to spread,

many people across the country gathered together in candlelight vigils,

moved to (silently) speak for life over death, love over hate, light over

darkness.

Fire of the Ancient Heart

Cantor:

“What have you done? Hark, thy brother’s blood

cries to me from the ground.” ^

Choir:

Called by this candle

Led to the ame

Called to remember

Enter the ame

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