Marcellus. Marcus the Leader. Brother.
He holds a burning plant in his hand,
Parchment fizzling,
A loving gaze in his eyes.
I see him
lingering in front of a sunset.
His hair
Like tendrils of vision,
Exploding from his scalp.
Smoke billows from gently-parted mouth.
It crawls over his
Nose and travels over his
cheek and clings to his
eyebrows.
The smoke dissipates and beneath it is
Marcellus,
Marcus the Leader,
Brother.
The dark to my light,
The death to my life:
My soul brother.
My burning brother
with smoke on his cheek,
and fire in his hair.
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