Brothers K

Vanya, Mitya, Alyosha,
according to faith in

too much to ask,
same bowls
same beds
same floorboards
same resentful murky wine;

oh father,
who art thou--
we brothers
have cherished nothing so much
as time and time and time
apart, departed, afar;

control: are you god?
None of us can bring out
capital g after
your shouts
your bouts
your pouts
your certainty;

breakfast was simple
dinner was slow
as impotence prepared
for the pillow;

even after proof,
you can procreate,
you professional creator
your crafted mini not-yet-men--
your brush hand crushed us
until we felt our light.

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