the
First Times
I dream of the first times
the longest memory
I speak of the first times
the oldest Father
I sing of the first times
and the dawn of Darkness
In Nod, where the Light of Paradise
lit up the sky
and the tears of our
parents wet the
ground
Each of us, in our way
set about to live
and take our sustenance from the land
And I, first-born Caine, I
with sharp things,
planted the dark seeds
wet them in the earth
tended them, watched them grow
And Abel, second-born Abel
tended the animals
aided their bloody
births
fed them, watched
them grow
I loved him, my
Brother
He was the brightest
The sweetest
The strongest
He was the first part
of all my joy.