In Parting

After one but before the next
In a tree where new life writhed and flexed
Two birds emerged to hold the world
And grow from feeble talons curled.

But fate see them part that day
As lightning cut their branch away
By winds to distant places sent
Almost as if it all had meant.

That though their bloodied wounds would fade
They'd wonder where their brother lay
For every day from that day on
They'd wait to hear a certain song.

In vain, for years, thought one was strong
And one was not, for far too long
Until his bones and thoughts were old
And feathers burnt and lost and cold.

The stronger of the two could see
A distant bird, how weak was he
In drawing near but knowing not
Just who he was, or why, or what.

the stronger talons tore at flesh
And stripped away that feathered mess
And all without a sound or cry
Or even ever knowing why.

Yet as the sun began to sink
He seemed to sense, he seemed to think
That soon his brother might appear
From somewhere close, from somewhere near
Convinced this was his brother's fate
Above his corpse, he sat to wait.