i have no brothers myself and can’t fill the role,
yet the words of one over radio waves*
pull at something deep in sister soul.
“it’s not something we decide with just our heads,”
said the brother of the bomber,
with combustible compassion.
when there’s loyalty, justice, and blood in the mix,
brotherhood at large beats kin to the finish,
and we, all brother-kind, are victorious.
for a brother’s your other,
a mirror to show
what you are, and you aren’t, and you can be.
if he’s missing, scuffed, or fractured,
you are left to fight alone -
peace with man,
and with your god.
a brother’s test: to give up ghosts
of self and childhood heroes.
in exchange: the hope of a future redeemed,
and a mother’s understanding kiss on his cheek.
*a departure from the norm for me, but i heard the story of the Kaczynski brothers on early-morning radio this weekend and couldn’t shake it from my head. David speaks with great heart and compassion about his decision to turn his older brother Ted – the Unabomber – over to police. even richer are his words on the road he’s walked since, with his family and the victims of his brother’s crimes.
i can’t find a free version, but it’s worth looking into via the links above if you’re interested in brotherhood – both in the family unit and as human beings, one to another.
it should also be noted that this picture is not of the Kaczynski brothers, but of blurry brother-friends with no interest in bombs.