Death of Abel

by

Manuel Carpio



By a rustic altar in an open field,

Abel lay hurt by his brother one day,

On the pale grass he lay,

Translucent and covered in warm blood.


His eyes return to heaven and the desert,

And amid the horror of languishing agony,

To Eve he cried "Mother!" repeatedly,

But in vain he cried out and was killed.


Certain of the evil his parents go through

In the jungle where they dwell,

He expressed his pain in loud cries:


They reached the tender son whom they adore

And they grab him, they hug him and they kiss him,

And they bury him, and when they look at each other, they cry.



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