My Brother’s Keeper

“And the LORD said unto Cain,

Where is Abel thy brother?


And he said, I know not:


Am I my brother’s keeper?

And he said, What hast thou done?

The voice of thy brother’s blood

Crieth unto me from the ground.” -Genesis

And thus Cain was cast out

Troubled spawn of Adam and Eve

Perpetrator of the second sin


His destiny to wander


Alone and without direction


In the land of Nod


Somewhere East of Eden


The original Bedouin

Sometimes I wonder


At the heinous sin


That I must have committed


To be censured by God


Cast out to wander


In the land of Nod


Somewhere West of Alpha Centauri

The ideological Bedouin

Surely I have sinned

Blasphemed


Lived a life none so righteous

Of excess, rage and hatred

Wastrel of dogmatic sensibilities

Philanderer of potential


Addict of self-absorption

I find my head


Full with grandiose ideals


Of healing the world

Recreating Eden


Carrying some holy grail

Upon shoulders
strong like Atlas


Leading by example


Of Humanistic common sense

You see

I long to be the keeper


Of all of my brothers and sisters

Yet I find myself hobbled


By frailty of will


And cowardice of spirit

I long to be the Abram of the age

Sire long lines


Of staunch individuals


Ripe with religious freedoms

One son Rasta

One daughter Shao-lin

Grandchildren following 10 commandments


In search of THE WAY

Methinks my best plan


Is to be my own keeper

And then get a date


With a girl-child of destiny

For it is always best

To at first kiss


Before planning the baby shower

Until then

I wander alone


Amidst nebulous swirl of ideals

Walkabout in the land of Nod

Searching for a star


To eclipse the moon


And somehow light my way