I Was Supposed To Have Been Born In A Different Skin

Suppose I Had A Twin

Suppose I had been born in a different skin?

Faded rags, beacon bones, weeping kin.

Quite still at birth, motionless, serene within.

Already at rest, I was supposed to be a king.

“I was supposed to be born in a different skin!”

Self-assured, full of living I wave the royal ring.

“My Liege, your subjects look starved and thin!”

“I suppose we must cast them scraps from the bin!”

Suppose I had been born in a different skin?

Would I care? So long as my sperm was to win….