Cain and Abel

Keith Vaughan

Keith Vaughan

The hunter

inside the man

wears camouflage

His arrows honed sharp

to razor’s edge by his side

along with a strung bow

taut as drawn cable

His hands smell

of elk musk 


The gatherer

in the same man

wears an old apron

His paring knife honed

to slice the rhubarb clean

so that it will not bleed

as he pours custard

cinnamon zested

on crumbles


Cain & Abel

We live together

within this one skin

each seeking the edge

over each other’s instinct

A primal`geniture rite

of unidentical twins

ignorant of grace

fierce in greed


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Cain and Abel

  1. talk about being conflicted!


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