I said to the man in the Garden: ‘Where is thy brother, Cain?’
‘Am I my brother’s keeper?’ now comes the answer again.”
The Lord God said to His angel: “This Thing is accursed and a lie:
It hath sinned from the Law I gave it, and surely it shall die.”
“The Beasts of the field are patient, the birds rejoice in song,—
But what is this Thing of blood-lust, and where does it belong?
Lo, I shall establish a judgment: Let the old things pass away:
They have heaped the fields with slaughter: their sin defiles the day.
They have laid on the weak sore burdens, on the just, their whips and ban:
For a handful of crimsoned silver they have kissed the Son of Man.