Some Brother Me

Kicking at the dirt of the dirt sidewalk;

Pulling my sister along by the hand. 


Old Johnny Devoe has dumped his bucket

Across the road. “Don’t look sister. Hide your eyes.”


I have seen him so drunk that his face folded

Like a jigsaw going back into its cardboard box. 


Old Devoe is dead now and in the ground.

His final act was to bury his house in ash. 


I poke a metal tap from out of the black soot.

To show my sister, I pretend to wash my hands.

Michael Patrick Jessome was born on Cape Breton Island. He recently earned an MA in Creative Writing from the University of New Brunswick. Michael has had his poetry published in PRISM international and in CV2.