Hymns with the Devil in Confessional

My first brother who came to know Zolag,

Left me with Acts in song

Zolag the ironic one,

Act I

grand gestures in company made he

the jester, at all the right times witty

Zolag the elder one,

Act IV

young of age,

found he wisdom in absurdity

Zolag always holding the biggest grin in,

cheeks filling with lines,

zolag's jaw carved in laughter,

the creases and its stretch,

eyes red from the leave,

of his new brother,

his brother,

a lost brother,

left him hymns with the devil in confessional