The Bother

by Niall Richard Curran
(Cork, Ireland)

I make broken clouds on a rainy day.
Lend me your mother and
you can be my mortar.
We’ll follow the wolves as
the tombs rest under us.
I’ll adjoin your life to mine,
and somewhere in the flood
We’ll be one and you can call me father.
I realise the rain on a cloudy day,
Let me be your son and you can be
Another, a mother, a brother.