Killing Game. Poem by Brendan McCallum

                                               You lie broken,
                                               a contradiction,
                                             safe and resting,
                                                     at hand,

                                         two blackened tunnels
                                                 side by side,
                                           true as true could be,
                                           not so.. in reality,

                                             two roads to hell,
                                               one way traffic,
                                              brothers in arms,
                               the devil awaits these opened gates,

                                            like Siamese twins
                                              you share a stock,
                                         each individually capable
                                          of triggering an outburst,

                           with neither being the lesser of t’others evil,
                                                 we nickel plate
and engrave,
                                              ‘a work of art’

some say,

                                 
                                                   BG