The Nearly One

My brother carried a small sack of teeth, hair, skin At the foot of his spine. I heard an aunt call it the start of a twin When he was older, a surgeon cut it out Till it healed, he lay on his stomach Our mother packed the gouged out wound with bandaging I lay in bed and speculated, what this Nearly One Would have been like. Would it have been a Frankenstein child Constituted like human lego? Was my brother like Zeus. who gave birth to his daughter Athena? Was the Nearly One like Dolly the sheep, a human clone? I lay in bed and imagined a little male sibling Coal black hair, broad smile and brown -green eyes Who should have sprung from my brother's back Singing like Pavarotti