Cain 1

"Cain, where is Abel?" Silence. "Cain, Cain, where

Is Abel?" Silence. "Cain!" Then came Cain's cry:

"Shoving your nose in. How the fuck should I

Know where he is? Or, for that matter, care?

Am I my brother's keeper?" The high air

Darkened at this, shuddered at God's reply:

"I'll tell you where, you killer – done in by

Your knife, he's pushing up those parsnips there.

Out of my sight, start running, up and down

The whole damned earth, you damned, you cursed, and cry

Through every bloody street of every town.

Howl, you unchristian swine, your dismal tune

Hurl at the stars, then shiver in the sky,

Weep till you brim the pockholes of the moon."