My brother,
Together we found that all virtue
Was in beauty and truth.
We saw the beauty in war
And the truth in cruelty.
We then became part of virtuous cock fights
In order to find peace.
Together we realized that our master king
Who threw lavish ceremonies, only
To display his control over people and
Resources, like ourselves
Became the only real celebrations
Of our humanity.
That such exhibitions of power
Were the foundations of all history,
And without oppression
Human reality weaves sequential events
Into a fine dust, which spinkles into
The ocean, over time making mud,
And killing all the fish.
My brother,
Together we became
Women with penises,
Then castrated rams
Cast off into the wilderness
After our master went broke.
We had to sell our armor, and
If it had not been for our swords
We would have been at the mercy
Of greedy merchants
Who are obsessed with beauty
But have no concern for truth.
We were loved in dreams
But feared or ignored on the
Dirt roads we wandered.
We were myths made flesh.
My brother,
I lost you one day.
You disappeared so quickly
That I didn’t notice for days.
Now I see you in visions
Walking the forest, underneath
A bright and ancient moon,
Searching for a tree to cut down.
When I miss you I weep.