Monday, January 9, 2017

Brother

You chipped my teeth
Waving that sawed
Off leg, the wood 
Connecting us,
Our mother’s house 
Turned blunt weapon. 
You locked yourself
In her shed, where 
She kept useless 
Things, to save us.
The police grinned
When you said you’d 
Blow yourself up.
But I don’t laugh 
At you, brother.
You’re dangerous.
You smile with my
Secrets shining
There in your mouth.

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