JOE POEWHIT (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)
CAIN & ABEL
The beginnings of wars begun.
Brother slew brother, mankind undone.
Crying blood of centuries of wars.
Mimics the first, done without a gun.
It was a curse to CAIN in the end.
War today is a curse, no friend.
Intensity has built through the age.
Atomic bombs, maybe the final page.
All from the flood family of NOAH.
Brother slaying brother, like coiling boa.
Every day the news spells it's ways.
So from the beginning, to today.
Mankind has not changed in any way.
from my new book just pub.
THE BEGGAR plus SELECT POETRY
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