Cain and Abel

Cain and Abel

Cain was a grain farmer.
John Deeres with dual rear tires
Backed into the cavernous shed,
Torquing rivulets of oil standing
Up from tin pans, parts scattered
Over blue tarps. Abel meanwhile
Was always in the pasture,
His jeans darkened with dew,
Sorting the lambs from the sheep.
Maybe it was because it was easier
To behead a few handfuls of wheat
Than it was the firstlings of the flock
That their dad praised Abel aloud
Where he sat, legs stuck out straight, 
At the cluttered kitchen table, 
While only nodding to Cain.
So Cain slaughtered his brother
Like his brother had the lambs,
Finally got a rise out of the old man.