You asked me once
In your roundabout ways :
Are you your brother’s keeper ?
In the book, I said these words
I asked the question
Yet I answered nothing,
But IRL,
I am,
You know I am,
It started and it never ceased.
I will ask you now :
Who protected our house
From senseless trials,
If not you ?
See, I am fed up with
Offline gods,
IRL we answer till we can’t
Speak, silence
Comes draped in curtains.
Image credit : Paul Sietsema, Untitled ink drawing, 2009
