You did not hesitate, <br />big hands you have, <br />they did not care <br />about the world <br />or little me and mine. <br />You were my brother, <br />God had arranged it, <br />but what you tore asunder <br />can never heal. <br />I leave you now, <br />and know that you, <br />in all your wildest dreams <br />could never care. <br />You have destroyed <br />what never could be built <br />again, for either you or me. <br />The scalpel that you wield <br />has cut too deep into the flesh, <br />it cannot ever heal <br />but it will calm itself <br />when all the blood <br />has run its course.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-why-3/
