Before Us the Flood

by ROY WHITE

 

I was your brother, your hypocrite double
before time, in her dark workshop,
blew us into fragile strangers.
 

We were forlorn, craftless
in that summer of no kick-the-can,
in that town where no-one had a basement.
 

Only our shirtless reflections
divided us from the wet dark, from
what writhed and rusted beneath the sheen.
 

While the water-giant slept, we climbed
the roof with our toy rifles
and shot anything that floated