Shalom My Brothers Poem by Mark Heathcote

Brothers don't follow me!
I'm like vapour rolling on the sea,
Longing to roll down a stain glass window
Staining everything I see lest I forgo.

Everything I touch is prone to mould
Young boys return home!
Brothers, I'm rotten to the core be told.
Now go my brothers - shalom.

And do not follow me!
Lest I forget who, I really, am.
Brothers; please stay and referee
Your Mothers and fathers and take your exam.

Shalom - go now my brothers - shalom.
And let this poor wandering gypsy roam
Maybe one day I'll return home
But just for now brothers - shalom.

Peace, be with you, I need to go
Brothers be-told, I don't know who I am,
And till I know I'll just say - shalom.
Peace, be with you, I need to go.

Like the foam on the sea
I reach for a shore in me
I'm yet to define until I depart
Until then I'll segment my heart.

And peal it like a clementine
Soak it deep in red wine.
Peace, be with you, I need to go
Shalom, my brothers, I know where I don't belong.