Oh brother, you bloom

with zeal and peals of thunder!

You horror, foul and shining!

How I love you so!

Stretch your roots from bled,

fallowed soil, your soul and petals fall!

Dear brother, you hound,

tell me what we are

and live damnit live, love and bloom!

Tell the dead to stop laughing,

we may think them alive!

Show them they’re fine

by the We in your mind

—— and be there for me too,

Brother, you curs’d swine,

you rot-speckled flower

for the sunlight you devour,

desecrated by the hour

in your clockwork mind-prison

tells the tale of you and I.

Rise and kill and kill and eat,

but only clouds that bind you,

beloved brother, to your

empty shade!

You shame, die you damned old dog!

You blade, and bethorned brain!

You brother!

How dearly I love you,

you flower, you writhing pyre,

searching for light

in the dead-dark heart!

We would go, claw in claw,

where I’d give you the warning

by my beak-caw,

you’d molt in mires of day

and grow your rosen wings

and burn and shine,

you brother,

you bloom,

you fool,

I love you