Abel To Cain

You never needed a companion,
not even God: sacrifice
is not in your nature.
You maintain that your sin defines your soul.
Even tenderness grates
against a loser. Backed into isolation,
knife in hand and less
yourself without me
you nervously carve
your twinless image.
It will need to be a devotion
to silence,
a monastery to thwart
the roar of my
emboweled cry.
I am remembered
beyond you, brother.
I will run your distance.