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We clash you and me.
First I thought because you are so
different, you see.
But then after all the dust cleared
And the shrapnel
was swept up into neat little tins
And all our respective allies' bodies
were policed up by loved ones—
Dogs and crows and old men with metal
detectors and headphones
Closing the circle in little by little hoping to
find a scrap or two,
And the grandmothers all weep over tea, saying
I Told You So: See? Nothing Was Accomplished Again;
Who's
Gonna Feed The Kids.
For the 432nd time,
It was then I realized:
The reason
you and me,
We used up every bullet we had
Not because we're so
different, you see.
Because we're mirror images, aren't we?
Like Isaac and
Ishmael maybe,
But who needs analogies when we've each got th'other?
We
do kinda look alike, huh?
Besides all the acting, and talking
And walking
like each other.
But enemy, my friend.
Can I ask you one question?
What
kind of Creator lets us miss each other that many times?
