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.
Melodramatic Physician 