POETRY: Replacement

I knew the thoughts, sweet brother 

The thoughts that flock through the back of your mind 

Like doves and swans alike 

I know your eyes, sweet mother 

The eyes that are made up of fragments of time 

And put together like clockwork 

I know your pain, sweet sister 

I know your stream of pain like it flowed 

Through the muffled crevasses of my doubt

Soon to rise into an ocean, a storm 

I know your passion, sweet friend 

The passion that is made of your determination 

As a mirror is made of glass 


We know your stories, dear children 

The broken, crying stories 

That had shattered into shards of fear 

And we couldn’t replace