The rising white of a blister on my hand
is my blood guilt, my token from the fall—
this and the damned weeds that curse the land
with stains from our black revolt—our cabal
with the snake against heaven’s highest king.
Now everything is taken by the thorn
and my wife, as cursed as I, feels her sting
as she labors to bring forth our firstborn—
the first life to rise from among the dead.
With life can our rebellion be undone?
Can he, my son, forestall what lies ahead?
I hear Him weeping, “Adam, my son, my son,
through sweat and strain you will buy your bread
and Eve’s seed will crush the venomed head.”


Hymn based on this poem.

From Genesis 3 (ESV)

14 The Lord God said to the serpent,
“Because you have done this,
    cursed are you above all livestock
    and above all beasts of the field;
on your belly you shall go,
    and dust you shall eat
    all the days of your life.
15 I will put enmity between you and the woman,
    and between your offspring and her offspring;
he shall bruise your head,
    and you shall bruise his heel.”
16 To the woman he said,
“I will surely multiply your pain in childbearing;
     in pain you shall bring forth children.
Your desire shall be for your husband,
    and he shall rule over you.”
17 And to Adam he said,
“Because you have listened to the voice of your wife
    and have eaten of the tree
of which I commanded you,
    ‘You shall not eat of it,’
cursed is the ground because of you;
     in pain you shall eat of it all the days of your life;
18 thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you;
    and you shall eat the plants of the field.
19 By the sweat of your face
    you shall eat bread,
till you return to the ground,
    for out of it you were taken;
for you are dust,
    and to dust you shall return.”

Other Bible stories from Moss Kingdom:

The Cain Series: The Birth of CainThe Crime of CainThe Curse of Cain

Old Testament: Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the CovenantsNoah Wakes from a Recurring NightmareAbram the PaganFor the Sake of the FewThe Deception of JacobThe Unspeakable NameA Sound of War in the CampA Lament for MichalThe Rape of Tamar and the Half-life of JoyNumbered Numbered Weighed Divided: a Rubaiyat concerning Belshazzar’s doom, JonahThe Years the Locusts have Consumed

New Testament: What need has He for our Democracy: A poem for Peter during his lapseSilent SaturdayDoes God still have a body?At Simon’s House

The Letters to the Churches:
ApocalypsisEphesusSmyrnaPergamumThyatiraSardisPhiladelphiaLaodicea