muddled dna, tortured villanele: a bro's manifesto

Brother my brother,

Where have you gone in your head.

There is no other

 

There is no other

An aching baron homestead

Brother my brother

 

Brother my brother

Something inside me is now dead.

There is no other.

 

There is no other.

damning to our mother bed.

Brother my brother.

 

Hopeful now im tying together a purposed

Path from the laces of the shoes we shared.

Brother my brother

There is no other.