Brothers Wild

It broke my soul to hear that you were fed plates of drunk-talk
and bowls of ash.

to know that the city streets had given you new names and
chosen your day to die.

beautiful brothers.
you stormed the days and burnt the nights,

you left your childhood in pieces
at our father's door.

i prayed that the stupidity of your youth
kept you excited and brave,

because to think of you in fear
would destroy me.

i would will my protective spirit to be by your side,
to shield you from the disasters of the moment.

in my dreams, i give you a house without war,
where i spend the days spoon-feeding you light,
and the laughter of our youth.