Our Doctors

A medical anomaly 

Two hearts, but one soul

Twins, close, 

An artery like two hands clasping 

Vying for the same sweet jam jar

The doctors watched close, as each tasted life for the first time

Watched one share all it had

And one take all it could 

As one grew strong

And the other weak

And the doctors watched, fascinated and sterile, 

The scientific detachment of

gods peering in the fishbowl

And still they stared

And they did nothing