cain whispers, “i was first”

by Allister Nelson

There’s a gateway to heaven, a stairway to hell

my seal on your thigh to guide you well, a boon,

a curse, this Serpent Line, tines of a pitchfork

brimstone sublime, Satan lashes his Son, blood

like wine, against an oak tree in fields of time.

Cain bleeds out amber in the Plains of Divine,

Mamre infected to flow down the line, ash we eat,

dust in our hair, there’s tears and splinters in

winter cold air, nuclear harvest, we fuck til

we’re dry, and incest keeps lineages infection shy.

The Ichor of the Cobra, Qayin Seed, serpent strikes

deadly to replenish his need, sickle fang throats,

the beast I take to bed, beheaded like Sisyphus,

or was that Atlas?

Whatever burden we bear:

I Was

The First.

Scapegoat, La-Azazel, and sister dear,

weep amber into your golden hair, sweet Eve, rot

in my arms, my poison within you,

sound the alarm.

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