One brother commandeers
the symbol of all generating
power – the
other grips the contract to the terms
of which you have
to cower in obeisance eternally –
though
neither will reveal a thing, besides fraternally
appealing to
you now and then to hear them sing
Al Jolson
songs – to which they can be counted on
to welcome you
to hum along. They like to harmonize
on “Rockabye
Your Baby with a Dixie Melody”
and love to jam
on “Mammy” – their swelling
camaraderie
can really be infectious. But don’t forget
they hold the
sole prospectus of your destiny:
the scepter
and the deed from which totemically proceed
the rest of
both the worst and best of what’s to come.
So only very softly hum. In general, play dumb..
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