I’d like to start off by apologising for my absence of a poem yesterday (I had the worst cast of writers block!) and also for my general rubbishness over this past week – I’ve been back at college and exams start in a month and ahhhh!
Two brothers lost became brothers found
Of a city, an empire, and a she-wolf.
Their wildness and their ferociousness
Has been remembered well by history.
For they were the victors.
And the adapters.
Their growls and snaps were refined
To create the foundation of language.
Sophisticated tongue of the educated and elite.
We all remember their names.
Those brothers two who
Began us all when they crawled from the forests.