Seven Brothers Poem by Teresita Blanco
Seven Brothers by Teresita Blanco Seven sons, of seven fathers. Seven brothers, one mother. Their legend travels far. ...
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Seven Brothers
by Teresita Blanco
Seven
sons, of seven fathers.
Seven
brothers, one mother.
Their
legend travels far.
Their
youngest bears scars.
His
kindness lies hardened.
He sings
to the moon,
He
brings only doom!
Now, the
second, “wait a second!”
He’s the
sharpest,
He’s the
smartest.
He’s the
fastest.
Trigger
happy of the lot.
The
third son,
He is
known by none.
Like a
mist
He
brings bliss,
Like a
serpent, here he comes!
Now the
fourth!
He is a
force!
Not so
witty, very icky,
The most
greedy
Brother
and son!
As for
the fifth,
He never
gets hitched!
His ill
grimace
Is a
hindrance.
His
heart shivers
Whenever
a ,he, quivers!
The
sixth son, the strong son!
Bears a
deadly duty
To a
lost cause,
His
burning heart
Withers
all tempests.
Always
in a hurry!
Only for
she does he pause.
And the
final son,
The
uncarved block.
The
angel of death.
No one
is left
With
sufficient daring
To
refuse his darling.
Her cold
whims
Are his
beck and calling.
Hardly
ever do they gather!
The sons
of seven fathers!
Seven
killers
Poured
their elixir
Into the
same
Tainted
cauldron.
Seven
fathers, seven sons,
Bounded
by her shame!
Copyright Teresita Blanco
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