'We were going to be twins' (poem) written by Stewart Henderson

What attracted us to one another initially 

was we shared the same womb

albeit the unconsidered products of flagrant passion

Anyway, we were pre-natal room mates

checking each other's progress

transfixed by the budding of tiny fingernails

and the rhythm of miniscule chests

rising and falling like pale pink bellows

My brother, for that's what he was now becoming,

had a curious almost whimsical shape

his head leaning to one side

as if he were always about to ask a question

He used to poke gentle fun

at my by now rapidly expanding feet

I only had two

but on occasions because of the space they took up

they seemed to number far more

I can't remember exactly when we were terminated

My brother went first

in plunged a knife

ended his life

with a slish and a slash and a silent scream

I proved to be a more unwilling participant

like an irritating piece of dust

in the very corner of a skirting board

a long thin nozzle entered my sanctuary/death cell

and I was sucked into oblivion

along with bits of my brother

all courtesy of the National Health Service

In California some beloved dogs

when they expire

are buried in oak coffins with gold handles

Respectful mourners attend and weep accordingly

We were poured into a black plastic sack

not a hymn nor a prayer was heard

We were going to be twins 

my brother and I

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