Progress BY Frank Diamond Cain bushed out the Serengeti. Neanderthal and lonely, after feasting for days on his latest kill. Blood and bone and plenty. Is faith, fear? Fear, faith? Does it ever really matter? Squinting across a sea of green and nearly thinking, “Something’s missing.” Waiting for the question coming as he rubs his belly and listens to a hunter claw a tooth still insisting. The Tree of Knowledge and the Tree of Life root stonily in the garden. There’s no kill like the first kill. No will like free will. No still like the still of waiting for judgment’s nod surely coming. Frank Diamond’s poem, “Labor Day,” has recently been nominated for a Pushcart Prize Award. His short stories have appeared in Innisfree, Kola: A Black Literary Magazine, Dialogual, the Madras Mag, Reverential Magazine, Empty Sink Publishing, and the Zodiac Review. He has had poetry published in Philadelphia Stories, Fox Chase Review, Deltona Howl, Artifact Nouveau, Black Bottom Review, and Feile-Festa. He lives in Langhorne, PA.