Thursday, July 7, 2016

Sterling Landphil

Sterling Landphil
by troy cady

Am I my brother’s keeper? Yes,
I keep him in my line of sight.
It’s easy to spot him because
he has nowhere to hide
and he looks unusual,
like an eclipse,
a shadow in the light,
the darkness of night.

Now that I have a bead on him
I keep him in my files
which contains a detailed record of gritty suspicions.

With my files in hand
I gave him a home.
It’s easier to keep an eye on him that way.
It’s not as nice as my place
but for him it’s fine.
He has nothing to complain about.

Am I my brother’s keeper? Yes,
I keep him behind bars.
It’s for his own good;
this way I can give him his proper rations,
structure his time, and impart to him
valuable skills for living,
like training a chimp.
Who knows? I might even
Christianize his soul,
teach him to be more
like me.

Am I my brother’s keeper? Yes,
I am Cain and he is Abel.
I was brought here first
and he came second—
of course I’m his keeper!
His name means worthless,
vapor, nothing.
Naturally, I have more to offer;
I am bigger so it is easy to keep him


Don’t worry.
This won’t hurt a bit.
Just hold still, brother.


I am my brother’s keeper.
I keep his life in my hands.
I keep his cries buried here underground.
At least I try.
But he won’t shut up.
Ain’t I my brother’s keeper?
So why is the earth weeping?

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