Two Brothers Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Up again, arisen into the world I should know
Filled and overfilling with cars and acrobats: one or two
Birds are trilling,
Singing of goldfish in their bellies: And I will wash and
Get to working,
But who will read me in this world in which school
Is over and all the girls have turned out to be
Women,
Comely and well-legged and making their yards as fine as
Playgrounds for their children:
They have turned out splendidly and not a one of them is
Mine:
Women, women of the world, don’t you know that this
Day is mine, but I need of your number the one to fulfill my time,
To make of this old thing a new togetherness,
A fineness of our troubles,
A new day in a fine world for lovers that are doubled
Like the polygamy of souls, and of legs walking together,
And arms holding like a nest two hearts beating as if in
A forge crafted by two brothers.