Relations dried up

 The grass accumulates
Young brothers roll down the hill
Islands in the sea
Hay like money

Hay like hair concealing the brow
Hinting youthful
Discussing morality
Infant parade

Tennis courts of illwill
foreign language in discord
The dry clay of it all
browny yellow sunlight hitting it cracking it up

Making fun of the ants
while giants fumble

Hay ready to catch 
Like kindling eager
Our words aswell
Full of fire and threat

Null concrete honour
putrid remains of pride
Pumping the flames
Allowing us to separate

Never to see each other again
Like you were nothing more than a bedroom wall
Invisible brother