There’s a lot of chance in how you meet the world
I came in rough, uncouth and for the field
My quiet crooked brother slipped in on my heel
Stole the heart of mother and my birthright for a meal.
I always had the body, you always had the brain
I toil with the beasts; in the tents you talk and play.
You took my body in your hands at a hungry time
You took my body on your arms, you lied and took what’s mine.

Bless me, Father! Have you only one?
I have struggled with him since the womb.
Your own father nearly slayed you on the altar.
Count your blessings for me and Cain and Ishmael.
We disappear. We displease Israel.

Father heard my voice and but ate what you had brought.
Shema Israel, Adonai Echad.
I know Mother helped you, I know she cooked the dish.
Put goats on your arms, saw your fate sealed with a kiss.
A writer writes his story so he can have his glory.
My brother the conniver the survivor with a dowry.
What was I to do? Swear myself to cursing you?
I already mistakenly traded life for stew.

Bless me, Father! Have you only one?
I have struggled with him since the womb.
Your own father nearly slayed you on the altar.
Count your blessings for me and Cain and Ishmael.
We disappear. We displease Israel.

We will meet again, little brother, on the road.
I hope you will wrestle with the truth of what you did.
My fate is to be alone and you are Israel.
Your sons will live your story, so live your story well.

Bless me, Father! Have you only one?
I have struggled with him since the womb.
Your own father nearly slayed you on the altar.
Count your blessings for me and Cain and Ishmael.
We disappear. We displease Israel.