To Thomas Aquinas' Mental Legerdemain
by Carmen Chimento
Part 2
The tragic tale, of the identical twins,
Comes to an end, where it begins.
Of course there was, the number three twin,
Who lived upstairs, beneath the Inn.
It was cold and damp, he cried a lot,
So they moved upstairs, above the empty lot.
Grew big and strong, with lots of weather,
But from his twins, was separated - together.
Of all the three, identical twins,
There's only one, where this begins.
Had he not died, before was born,
There'd be no story, in the morn.
You see, my friend, if you think 'tis I,
'Tis a false truth, and not a lie.
For as you know, my body was wrent,
When I survived, my fatal accident.
So please do ponder, eternally,
Who I am, this mystery.
Don't take much time, for if you do,
You'll get the answer, before it's due.