mon frere
Brother
I know where you are.
We sit on the Couch.
Mom is between us.
Hold her hand,
She needs you.
Be strong, Brother. So tall.
Jaw clenched.
She says,
"I got the results back."
She has it, Brother.
What do we do.
And Sister left us
Here to Fend
Off Multiplying
Cells and Sympathy Cards
With nothing but
Wooden swords.
A dull throbbing,
A numb hammering.
Brother, don't look so.
Tight you might Snap.
Brother did it change you.
Brother never speaks.
Brother, avoid the subject
Like the modern day Plague.
Brother, it is the Plague
Of the Twenty-First Century.
She has it.
