Brothers three were we.

Alvin, Simon, Theodore,

Singing harmonies.

Simon I, doctors

Said I crawled too much, there was

Too much pressure on

My brain. They took me,

Though I’d started walking, and

Put the metal in.

And so I was fixed,

But I wasn’t. Sensitive,

Too much, they said. It

Must have been their fault,

They said, that I was this way.

Each of us had been

Transformed into a

Wild thing. Alvin, reckless,

Violent, angry, strong.

Theodore, passive,

Sweet, a record endlessly

Repeating itself.

Simon wise, I did

Hide, retreat into my hole.

Hoping hope that one

Day one would come to

Pull me out. Today still we

Long for reunion.

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