the Big sleep

He makes his sign,
displays his ink,
wears his brotherhood
like a deification
and withers his youth
as to the fire thrown.

His is the life of the knife
and gun, never alone, always
his “brothers” by his side,
‘cept those who died.
His is a life of belonging
to the life he leads,
believing in creeds,
the “brothers” by his side,
‘cept those who died.

There are others who, while
never “brothers” are as kin as others,
yet seem impervious to signs.
They, the ones who choose
a different path,
walk another way,
choose to think
along different lines,
they have their creed too.

Stay wide of those who seek
the breast of brotherhood
and fate implied,
ink for life,
and gun and knife,
‘cept those who died.

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