I’m fascinated with the Shakespearean depth and complexity of Lincoln. One of the things I love about him is his insistence on the need for friendship.
Here is a poem for day twelve of national poetry day in the USA.
Lincoln and Speed
were lovers, or so say
Joshua Speed’s descendants.
I’m glad the great man
had a deep friendship,
with or without physical love,
to comfort him when the slaughter
continued to pile ever higher.
Life without friendship?
Like when a race horse
is suffering and must be put down
and they inject a strong tranquilizer
to calm the eye-rolling anxiety
or when you seek peace on a cold pew
in the Church of Unknowing
for as long as you can
until the Great Wave
opens your eyes.