We still see a quicksilver mind
And how a razor sharp tongue
Cut a swathe throughout society
Just to reach the depths within

Deepest horror in the soul
Lightest brushwork on the page
All the humour of humanity
Both its virtues and its sin

I despair that you were hunted
For just how you chose to live
In an age so harsh, intolerant
Of the love it would not name

Come back now to us, dear Oscar
For your wit and for your art
Be an inspiration once more
And let history take the blame

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved