A Hole Poem by Martin Byrne

Brother where art thou?
Hidden under screen doors?
Did they grow like choke weeds
Around the tree?
Are they silencing your trap?

Brother where art thou?
In berry bushes, a wine flavor?
Did you forget the clippers?
Did you let the screen sprout
Like a city from the desert?
Something that should not be there?

Brother where art thou?
Did we not come from the same womb?
Will we not have the same last name
on our tomb?
Do you remember the skyscraper you built
from the sand?
Do you remember what we shared...
The way we were, hand in hand?

Brother where art thou?
I miss you so.

Brother where art thou?
Did the oil rag you tossed at my feet
Leave longer lasting marks?
Has the engine refused to turn over
a new leaf?
Do you know my agony?
Does the bunk bed bring you nightmares?

Brother where art thou?
How can you sit so close, yet be so far away?
When is the last time that your heart
saw the light of day?

Do you remember the s**t? the grime?
The f***ing Superbowl?
The knives we could've pulled out
of each others backs?
Do you remember what I made in the sand
next to your skyscraper?
It was a... well you know.