Reaping for Abel - Monumentum

THE SKY LOOKED LIKE AN AUTUMN FIELD

SHIMMERING GRAIN AND LIQUID GOLD

MY FAMILY AND ME, FLEW WITH THE BUS

WE TOOK OF ON THE RUNWAY

BID THE EARTH FAREWELL

WE ACCELERATED TOWARDS THE WATER

AT A FRIGHTENING PACE I HUMBLY WENT FORWARD

WE SANK IN THE STRAIT BETWEEN

THE TWO FACTORIES

I PLAYED IN AS CHILD

WE WERE REAPING FOR ABEL

WHEN HIS WICKED MACHINE

CAME UPON US IN AMBUSH

SPEEDING TOWARDS US DOWN THE STEEP HILLSIDE

SKINNING THE SOIL OF ITS

BLESSED OWNER I AM CAIN

FOUNDER OF THE CITY

I AM CAIN

CIVILISATION WITHOUT PITY