By: Robert A. Davies

Wake up, brother!
Step out of your ashes –
your step-brother insists!

I believe you were born in Dorchester
in 1930, I was 2.
Our father abandoned both of us.
You had a single mother
lunch of bread and sugar –
two Depressions.

I can only guess all this
from your mother’s letter
shown me once,
it’s crude but telling story
that my mother intercepted:
enter Fate in a black cape,
no question of her escape.

I have often wondered
I have a brother!
Please tell me the rest of your life.