Ancient History by Siegfried Sassoon
Adam, a brown old vulture in the rain,
Shivered below his wind-whipped olive-trees;
Huddling sharp chin on scarred and scraggy knees,
He moaned and mumbled to his darkening brain;
â€˜He was the grandest of them all was Cain!
â€˜A lion laired in the hills, that none could tire:
â€˜Swift as a stag: a stallion of the plain,
â€˜Hungry and fierce with deeds of huge desire.â€™
Grimly he thought of Abel, soft and fair
A lover with disaster in his face,
And scarlet blossom twisted in bright hair.
â€˜Afraid to fight; was murder more disgrace?â€™
â€˜God always hated Cainâ€™ He bowed his head
The gaunt wild man whose lovely sons were dead.