Brothers born
In Battle:
One from water;
One from stone.
Severed by
A ribbon:
Blue in color;
Soft in tone.
Burnished in
A furnace:
All-consuming,
Eye-entombed.
Marching to
A drum-beat:
Fed by Blood,
Bulls & corn
What poet sings your praises?
Whose soldiers guard your banks?
Is life along your ribbon
A bridge to futures
Or the past?
Brothers born
In Battle:
Kissed by beauty,
Soaked in mud.
What secrets
Are you hiding?
’neath the smoke
Of idle tongues?
