the lost children (unfinished)

Plans of a child soon shape old
as mother gave life to bold twins
irrationally joined at the
chest, head and hip.
Cursed with southern blood,
one had half the heart
the other half the brain
neither could be tamed
nor decide who was the accident.
Four legs and four arms
violently kicked and stabbed
and stabbed and kicked,
at each other they aimed
but themselves they hit.

They always fall short of a blessing
even with a church on every
crazed corner side, please pray
for the numbered children
they jealously shot short of mass
murder, grasp further
into a pride that divides
them-coincides them into
sibling rivalry,
cut them off with
a red-line, train
them to throw names then
induce fames to streets of
high and low range then
tack a sign on their
back: "lost".

so that their sisters will
see southern struggle beyond
their own trouble.

though this sign won't be enough to find
the heat of the twins identical, their egotistical
heads will bring a constant fight, their thirst
will see droughts at night, their bond
will allow no sight past peripheral,
a failing cycle reciprocal.