James Robinson - Writing From California's Death Row :
"IN LOVE OF MY
BROTHER"
Thus was the day I drank
with my brother. And then we did drink in merryment
of the day, as the sun took to evening. We did drink strong
drink as we recounted memory upon memories while the sun did set.
With strong drink did we drink : with drunkenness we drank.
With memorie passt did we
speak, mixing both good and bad. For with strong
drink was much fun to be had. Amongst my brother did I
see both good and bad. Could too much drink bare time so
sad??
Then did my brothers wife
cast us away. In his house we could not stay :
thus with drink went the day as did our hearts wander astray.
For with yesters frustration
we launched accusations which yielded causation to
fustigation, one against another, to pit two brothers. Is
this not the ways of intoxications? No more alliteration!
Then broke the cord of unity.
My brother and I, his brother did disband by way
of wrath's hand. With his and mine, we became of the
violent kind.
The yelling ceased, frailling
increased; his fist and my fist, like wild beast. We
fought in the grass. I could not cease until I had
kicked his ass. His fist to my face, mine to his. To
my lip, my eye, his fist did kiss. Unto him; his nose and
his chin did my fist win, yet his fist continued again and again.
Angry and gasping for air,
both to our knees struggling to breathe. Then
did our drink taste of blood as we heaved and we heaved a strange
puddle of mudd.
I fell over to a clean place
of grass. Had the world swirled because he kicked my
ass ? No! From strong drink did I sink into this
history of misery. Froth with anger was I sick. No!
I could not linger, I had to get the last lick.
In drunken pride did I rise
and hurriedly went, thus did he knowing my intent. My
brother and I returned with guns to everyones' surprise.
Windows went dark and doors locked; who could tell who fired
the first shot ?
With drunken tempers, in
violent haste; around in circles we did chase. Again
and again we shot at one another. This was the scene
of drunken brothers. We cornered each other and still we
missed, only then did we pondered this. I hugged my brother
in drunken bliss thinking "I love you," and "What is this?"
We weeped and cried not knowing
who had died. Then came his wife, my nephew not
screaming, which began my years of constant screaming.
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