Jake's Flea Market

before i told him cain had watched wind spin
the powdered ground of the land of nod   up
into a cylinder of fine sand

saw the lifelike   statue of the memory of abel carved
into a dust devil

the imagined abel’s face sculpted
of powdered clay

before i told him cain had witnessed
abel in the dust

marcellus believed in ghosts   he was
ready to believe me