Counting Queers.

They are everywhere
Concealed and conspiring
Sometimes more opaque than the others
Animate and inanimate sometimes
But they are very much there.

These multi story buildings
I see them yonder
How many you say
Must there be my kind?
Some must be east facing, some west
Some under some and some on top.

These men around me
Headed to their homes
Some married and some to be
And some playing alive, dead.
How many of them must be
thinking what I'm thinking right now ?