The sun strikes yellow,
The clouds gouge holes in the sky,
But neither obscures the other,
Yet I killed you O’Brother
I killed you.
Green snakes bite and recoil,
Turn white and crash in a haze,
Of glitter and waves,
They are a harmony of bells,
As they lash onto the carpet of golden sand,
Yet the sand does not disappear O’Brother,
Like you did.
The ground is a scene of war,
As the inhabitants battle over grains,
They clamber to get to the heavens,
Yet the flowers still spring,
The grass still grows,
Yet you do not O’Brother,
You do not.
The metal upon flesh,
The blood dissolving the horizon to red,
The thrust that smothered you heart O’Brother,
Did not lie with you,
For unlike the sky’s, storms and seas,
You shall never form again.
The tears wet your corpse O’Brother,
But the ground still swallowed you up,
The stars still blazed obsidian,
And the trees bloomed over you O’Brother,
I destroyed you O’Brother,
I am sorry O’Brother,
I am sorry.
