Brothers, Blood, Bulls & Corn

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?