Brother

Riding up to the old house together
One last time
Where countless before
They had taken that route
Up to the gates onto the porch
Where he stood waiting
Man-horse-demon framed
Like the shadow of a devil against the light
Looking at him with those eyes
Dark black shadowed
Knowing yet unseeing.

Halted he watched detached
The black silver dark bright
Wavering, trembling in that hand
And he waiting, calm
Nothing between him and hell
Thinking as he felt it, thinking,
My God I am young, young,
And I didn't even know it.