Phantom Twin

We did not want to be unblessed, so we were blessed. Long, thin wire, a little patch where we might lay our heads. It was this way, this looking fore and back, a pole held tightly in our hands. You want to tell me what went wrong? Confusing shapes across a wall, depression in the ground. The gorgeous soldiers fought and fell. Hie unto hell. How we will lie in that brave grave apart, our aperture: a heart that has been ruptured absolutely by a passing God.