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