Treasure Island

Charles Darnell

(01/19/1950 / St Martinsville, Louisiana)

Crows of Cain


A murder of crows
Feast on another kind.
The dried gore
A new dinner
Found in the field
While Cain replies,
“Am I my brother’s keeper?

They flutter and caw,
Fuss for space
At a sprawling table,
Squabbling for choice parts
Cooked by the sun.

Eve wrings her hands
For her missing son
And Adam searches
In all the wrong places.

When they find him,
They will not recognize
His bones.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013

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  • Bri Edwards (7/3/2013 9:57:00 PM)

    i suppose adam and eve never saw human bones before. this poem was a nice little story, which is how i have viewed parts of the bible for many years. it has been decades since i was a believer and i did not remember that adam and eve were cain and abel's parents. i had to google the quartet, and, lo and behold, cain supposedly continued the human race by gettin' together with his sister. i'm glad i had heard before the, to me, strange term for a group of crows, though i had forgotten it. i guess we have more murders in our neighborhood than i had thought. thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (6/5/2013 1:49:00 PM)

    the main strength of the poem is its thought and you are going on the way Ted Hughes went...the thought is super.. i love it... (Report) Reply

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