Brother

Brother, are you really here? The package I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will hire you Brother, are you really home? Holy as a blessed worm A paradise ambasssador Bring me to your room And I will throw you rocks today And watch them pass right through, you say And this is not a game or test We both have done some grieving Brother, with your vast reward A treasury you can't afford Surgeries and innocence abounds And I have read in paper books My eyes are glands on twisted hooks Never have I felt or looked So sorry for you now Brother, are you trained to spy? One eye open, one eye dry When I die, will you be my neighbor? Tell me things I like to know Dressing up from head to toe Let them know to and fro From here and tomorrow Brother, are you really here? The message I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will hire you --- Brother - Beck