Hebrews 13

Once, long ago, in a land I cannot name,

My lover and my brother both knocked

At my door like wind in an early winter.

I turned the heat high and poured coffee

Blacker than their hands which shivered

As we sat in silence so thin I had to hum.

They drank with a speed that must have

Burned their tongues one hot cup then

Another like two bitter friends who only

Wished to be warm again like two worn

Copies of a holy book bound by words to keep

Watch over my life in the cold and never ever sleep