My punishment is more than I can bear!
He who finds me will kill me in the open field.
   Not so. Your crime, cannot cut short my care;

your head will be, against such vengeance, sealed.
And yet, from the ashes of Eden—length to length—
you will roam the desert spreading east,
but the land will not yield to you its strength
and you will long for a former, future feast.
You will be without land, without table—
twice cursed from the sputtering ground
that has been choked with the blood of Abel—
with blood forced down its throat till it drowned.
A fugitive wandering in the land of Nod,
your face is hidden both from man and God.

Cain Flying before Jehovah’s Curse – Fernand Corman, 1880

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: