The Author by Luke Kennard

In 1967 Cain killed the author.
This was a disaster for everyone.

Now language is a prison,
true communication is impossible,
our deepest desires remain eternally frustrated.

We are the flies nutting the closed window
next to the open window.

The mark of Cain is something thought disgusting
at a particular time in a particular culture for a particular reason.
Bring on the border-control puns,
the novel-length slurs, the other hands.

Our best efforts get edited down to silence;
I mean Biblical silence: the sound of a book with very thin pages closing.


Date: 2009

By: Luke Kennard (1981- )


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