by Walter Canter

His blood screamed to God, 
but he has no dialogue. 
Not in my Bible, anyway. 
Brother, Brother, Brother. 
Cain calls him 
Brother, Brother, Brother. 
Come with me
Brother, Brother, Brother.
Walk with me
Brother, Brother, Brother.
To the field, my
Brother.
Cain kept him with that word,
And Abel never spoke to me.

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Walter Canter writes words. He is a pastor, a father, and a poet who studies Creative Writing and Public Theology at Pittsburgh Theological Seminary. His church is Blue Ridge Presbyterian Church in Ruckersville, VA (brpcva.org).