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