You have killed
For me,
Brother
You have paid the price
With
The blood of the Lamb
Oh, my Brother,
Where was it?
When was it?
I know
Why it was
He was a drugs dealer
Hiding in the shadows
Was he?
With a knife,
You cut him up,
And through his body in the sea
Or left it for the crows on the
High ground
Oh, my brother
You have bought me
Paid the bride-price
For me
The highest price possible
The blood of Cain
Whom Able killed
With bloody hands
You have bought my soul
Geoffrey Jackson: He has been an intrepid TESOL instructor at 5 universities and 4 colleges, blown off course from England to Holland, Finland, Hungary, Oman, Saudi Arabia and, in the Roaring Forties, to Denmark. A self-described European cosmotrollop and Americanophile with New World dreams, Geoff is the Poetry Editor for Fullosia Press.