Brothers Keeper Poem by Theo Scott

Brother! Brother! Brother!
Why art thou wroth and thine countenance fallen?
Why art thou an Angel in face yet in mind a devil?
Nursing by hand yet wounding by desire?
Closer by proximity yet miles apart in soul?
Warm by presence yet dead cold in affection?
Of blood a brother I am to you yet a dead man
Buried six feet deep in your meditation's to you I am?
Commune with me brother, open up yourself to me
For from one womb, our inception was,
And from one breast our nursing was,
Tell me! What is the root of thine offence?