We are twins.
Bore from the same mother.
The same day, time.
At the hip,
We are tied.

Why must I,
You,
Poke knives into Your flesh,
Myself?

Why must You,
I,
Answer with stones at My head,
Your head?

You,
I,
Took those ants.
You,
I,
Danced upon their hill.
They live in Your,
My,
Glass jar.

To entertain You,
Me,
To do Your,
My,
bidding,

My,
Your,
honest friend,
He stuck his foot and I,
You,
Tumbled.
Knocking over that glass jar.

Oh, My,
Your,
Honest friend,
He made Me,
You,
set them free.

I,
You,
Shattered their cage.
And I,
You,
Gave them the hope,
Of air.