“ . ..and when they were in the field, Cain set upon his brother Abel and killed him.”
Not the exile, nor the ceaseless toil,
nor the pain of childbirth or the shame
of nakedness; not the withering
of blossoms, or the slow festering
of fruit: none of it matters compared
to this. I confess. I saw Cain heave up
a great grey stone and hit his brother
with such beastly force he fell mute upon
the fields. Now I understand suffering.
Maybe if I’d shown more remorse after
that first sin, or drawn less sustenance from
Adam’s flesh He would have spared me this sight.
I know better now. For those who raise sons
that hate each other, God shows no mercy.