Brother

2/2/11
Oh brother dearest, you have turned the sky on it’s head,
The heavy clouds pull our feet
And the rain is made up of dirt and concrete,
Oh dearest brother, you have forever shocked us,
From a place you cannot come back,
I hope that the Devil at least told you that,

Oh brother dearest, you have us spread so thin
it is as though we are the transparent
even though you are the ghost

and we cannot see you now,
and we don’t miss the fights,
and we don’t miss the stealing,
and we don’t miss the stench,
and we don’t miss the screaming,
and we don’t miss the chaos,

Overturned couches and shattered glasses,
Standing forever on our tiptoes,
But brother dearest, none of that was truly you,
We knew you hid inside the wrong body,
We knew the Devil had you tight,
So our little brother dearest,
it’s the real you we do miss.