El

The eyes of your flesh see the shine
Of the unbearable sun, your flesh touches
Scattered dust or tight rock;
He is the light, the black and the yellow.
He is and sees them. From relentless eyes
He looks at you and is the eyes that a reflection
Investigate and the eyes of the mirror,
The black hydras and the red tigers.
He is not satisfied with creating. He is each one
Of the creatures of His strange world:
The stubborn roots of the deep
Cedar and the mutations of the moon.
They called me Cain. Through me the eternal
Knows the taste of the fire of hell.