Twice upon a time
there was a man who had
two faces, two faces but one profile:
not Jekyll and Hyde, not good and bad,
and if one were cut, the other would bleed—
two faces different as hot and cold.
At night, hung on the hooks on the wall
above that man’s minatory head,
one wants brass where
one wants gold, one sees white
and one sees black and one mouth eats the other
until the second sweet mouth bites back.
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