Sometimes Cain Poem by Nurit Zarchi
Sometimes Cain
Sometimes Abel. They
themselves didn't know which is which.
Then goody god still grinned covertly
and eagles came to peck their resting
hands below the knowledge tree.
How could they tell themselves apart
if Cain was wearing Jacob's hands
and Abel - Esau's voice.
when I met then, neither could I
tell them apart by
the shadow of the mirror in my hand.
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3/12/2026 1:14:19 PM # 1.0.0
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. Thanks for sharing, Nurit.