Brothers For Life
The poles shoot up to the shadow makers,
I clench my teeth, I strike the shoots with force,
Poles plunge, as my brother stands tall with joy.
We are fixed around a bamboo thicket,
We chop with cause, purpose and smile with glee,
I am content, we are making war spears,
My favourite; yet, our bonding is best
I have one big brother, my only one,
Imprudently, we fight and disagree;
Still, when times are tough we always stay linked
What is brotherly love? It is the jabs,
The pokes, the jokes, it all keeps me going,
Yes, we may disagree, yes, we may fight,
But we love each other, past tragedy,
Past death, when all seems lost, we give support.
As the stalks fall, our smiles and eyes widen,
The ground is soon littered with shafts and leaves,
Our work is soon finished, our hands blistered,
I rub my palms red, with sharp wincing pain,
I hide the throb because this is too fun,
I am with my brother, my gripe can wait.
We prepare the tall stalks, trimming the leaves,
Our work is near complete, the shoots are straight,
The leaves cut away, the long poles bundled,
We trundle back to our immense fort,
It is our haven, our sanctuary,
It was, It is, It will, always remain.
A fort, unseen by time, held so dearly,
A fort, with only two unceasing keys.
A fort, visible to four gleaming eyes.
By Liam Tasker