DEATH Poem: It Costs Two Heads, by Dayna Brown Dolan

Probably gonna be towheads she says
Nana had been waiting, urging,
Dare I say praying for this day
Two beings from one big bang
Done in an office sterilize
White and pink stiff sheet
Half over knees
D/raped
Feet resting in horse shoes
Waiting for the reassuring sound of gallops
That don’t come from horses

But he came, and we came here,
And we were there~Still.
We made the adjustments
We did the things
Followed the mustn’t and must do’s
And two little dots
Dueling little beans
Little beams of light
Two heads floated off on a dream instead.
Gone Silent.

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