He, the one I called brother
wanted whatever I had
to give, a droit de
primogeniture, and I
could easily be cast aside,
a genetic other with claim
only of time, not blood.
Why did they concede to him
or were they aware?
It hardly matters now
for they are gone, she
to rest with her daughter,
he I know not where
for there was nothing
in the text message
announcing his death
as to any future resting place.
So I keep them both
in a distant corner
of my memories, he
the self-chosen one
who denied me any due
I think of only to curse
his existence on this page.

First appeared in Homer’s Odyssey Magazine, June 26, 2024
https://homersodysseymag.com/blog/f/missing-my-judas-dream-on-and-words-only-words-by-louis-faber?blogcategory=Poetry