Two Brothers

Two young men

who were just born

dealt their love

with bitter scorn.

When starting to judge

their love of life,

they decided best

to end in strife.

They turned their backs

to face each other,

drew their swords

and shot each other.

And then a man

who was blind,

saw their fight

and was kind

He livened the mood

with thoughts of dread

he preserved their lives

by smashing their heads

As the two brothers lay

in an unjust rest

their loving sleep

was for the best

 

If you don’t believe

this lie is true,

then ask the deaf man

he heard it too.

 

And again, today

upon the stair

I saw the brothers

who weren’t there.

They were not there again to day

I wish,

I wish,

they’d go away.