Safe and Sound

Three Brothers

I am working on a song, I think…..which I haven’t done in years.

Three brothers, three brothers
One true blue and two are other
Worshipped by a little girl
Three rough boys 
Punch bag world
Tickle-smother, holler-fight
Three good brothers
Through the night

Three brothers, three brothers
Records spin, plastic warps
Guitars and booze, 
Cameros, skirts
Pretty girl with blotted neck
She was supposed to babysit

Three brothers, three brothers
Safe & sound
Like with no other
Lanky oldest, tall and sharp
Protector, keeper, true good sport
Shooting up, yelling lout
Sober, sordid, flame gone out

Two brothers, two brothers
Lessons learned, voices smothered
Two boys left, so like each other
Funny men, wade in the river
They catch the trout
They say “this big!”
They drink the whiskey
Gut the fish
One goes down the whiskey well
Kicking, screaming, pure incel

One brother, one brother
Younger, kinder, selfless other
One eye brown and one bright green
The softer soul, the family king
Hang on brother, 
Don’t lose the thread
Only brother I have left.