chapter fifty-one

Twins! No never twins they were

                           like us

They were

                                                         three

And now they’re two and they hate

the wheels on the bus

they hate

going round and round

First there were three and now there are two and like us

                        (but not like us)

they liked us

                        (but they didn’t like us)

Soon we’ll be one

because we don’t hear the geese.

The geese are flying not dying

and we almost never hear them

except when we sleep

and the feathers are white.

                        But ThreeFer they like

They like the dead ones

They like when the feathers fly

They like red feathers

The three-now-two hear the geese when

The wheels go round and round

They hear the geese when they’re awake

They don’t like

(us)

they don’t like when they don’t

they hate that they won’t don’t love

they hate that we wouldn’t couldn’t love

                                                                them back

their love

is their biggest lie

their love

                                                         is to die

(or kill)

                                               (THEY LIKE that better)

If Daddy’s not killing a goose

They’ll kill a goose

The wheels on the bus go

One, two, three

One, two, three

One, two, goose

The wheels on the bus go

Bing

               Bang

                               Boom