My Brothers Poem by Francie Lynch

Roam my beach
Where proof gets stranded
With each inch of water.
I will keep my secret shelter
In grains and dunes.

Here I dig to cover
(as the Nile's favourites once endured)
Ones like me.
I too built my sphynx to outlast
The Odds, the Waves,
And time.

Past the lawns of lakeshore
The family still waits
For the feast.
(anyway, rings don't look good on me)

As for the calf, save the leather.
What good will come of it?
Oh god!

My brothers, Ben and Jake, understand:
The inheritance was never mine alone.
Let the feast begin...
Save me a seat.