Twins of Siam

You stir it one way and they the other, but the mixture stays just as hot You attack their motives and they attack yours, while the contents boil and rot “It needs to be this way”… the other side revolts, “Your mind’s faulty with avarice and greed” The pot has simmered; the broth is thick, and its bottom not easy to see A mutual exclusion, first left then right a feast—all soul’s consumed With spoon or fork, its offering slick when the bowls come out at noon In single file, day turns to night pointed talk with nothing said Both cupboard’s bare, two rat’s within guarding their last crust of bread When the final story is written and told of what in concert you destroyed A drum will beat, zero-sum complete leaving you soulless—but still conjoined (Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)