Where did my brother go?
He never shared his coat with me
When I was cold,
But so was he.
He didn't have much, you see,
He's spartan,
He's no TV,
He has no means to e-mail me.
He's chameleon,
Look will you please,
Call me if you spot him.
I'd like to get to know him.
But I should not enter there,
In his lair near the bones
And genie bottles he has thrown.
(To think that I shared my tea);
To appease me, he often ate my bread,
And stitched his days
With invisible thread.
Let me know
If you find him brother,
We'll claim our grief,
Then bury our dead.