Genesis 4:2-16

Long ago there lived two brothers

One kept flocks, the other worked the soil

Both brought portions to their maker

The younger had fat firstborn, the older spoil.

Their Lord smiled upon the younger

But grimaced and barely looked at the other’s gift

That one, face downcast, soon burned with anger

His Lord’s reply was “Do right, master sin.”


Soon the older approached the younger

Inviting his brother to join him in his field

And as they were in the field with only each other

The older soon left red-handed from the man he killed.

His Lord approached him asking, “where’s your brother?”

The older knew sin had mastered him in his zeal

He said, “I don’t know” and thought of the sin of his mother

“Am I my brother’s keeper?”


Though Abel’s blood cries out from Caine’s cane field

And though Cain himself wandered cursed & dying

We all tune out our neighbor’s candid crying

To run away red-handed from the brothers we kill

For ten-thousand years our maker hears the question

He answers “Of course your brother needs you, keep him well”

Still we kill, malign & lust & steal & hate & scoff, enslave & grieve,

& sneer, engorge, protest, tyrannize –

“Am I my brother’s keeper?”


Am I my brother’s keeper?

I am my brother’s keeper.

I am.

Author: Lancelot Schaubert

Lancelot Schaubert has sold his written work to markets like The New Haven Review, McSweeney’s, The Poet’s Market, Writer’s Digest (magazine and books), Poker Pro, Encounter, The Misty Review, Carnival, Brink, and many other similar markets. He reinvented the photonovel through Cold Brewed and was commissioned by the Missouri Tourism Board to create a second photonovel — The Joplin Undercurrent — that both fictionalizes and enchants the history and culture of Joplin, Missouri. His work terraforms new worlds, tears the veil between the natural and supernatural, and jests with the paradoxes of classical metaphysics. When he’s not writing (or tinkering with cinema-ish narrative), he’s dabbling in dozens of different books, listening to people tell their life stories, camping, fishing, exploring unfamiliar territory (there’s a lot in New York), tinkering with new languages (Spanish, currently), exploring random disciplines like chemical engineering, as well as messing around with improv comedy (at UCB) and leisure de main and music. PLEASE SEND SOUP — he loves soup. Yes, even if it’s summer. Find him in Brooklyn, New York with his wife, Tara, and their attack spaniel, Echo.

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