driftwood

i saw my brother become driftwood

one fateful day

no tricks

no magicians

just pure transformation.

his skin became parchment paper

his face twisted like a stump

and as he laid flat he started to age,

like blue cheese growing mold.

i became the lumberjack,

my rugged axe turning purple

from all the sticky sap

coming out my brother's forehead.

i saw my brother become driftwood

on this fateful day

no tricks

no magicians

just pure transformation.