...but decided to post it anyway:
Wire
It
does not spell out what happened to my brother
so
I picture him twisted into the cable
of
his own communication with lines crossing
and
woven until strong enough to carry waves
through
the doorbell of my house in electrical
impulses
into the neurons in my body
connecting
synapses until the old snake king
who
lives in night stories and keeps night in a shell
swallows
them and all the sparks are interrupted
as
the power goes out his daughter arrives with
a tapestry she starts weaving and light slips
in more and more like a curtain on a line.
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