Double Cross

 

 

Two eyes

two ears

two hands

two feet.

 

Two sexes

two minds

two masters

we are cut in two.

 

Double agents

double dealing

doubled over

double talk.

 

Dark descends. Between split pieces moves

a blazing torch, a smoking brazier.

 

Two crosses stand

on either hand

one bitter enmity

one timid solidarity.

 

Duplicity

divided loyalty

split identity

broken heart.

 

Too broken

To be mended

by any One

but You.

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