Sonnets from a Lock Box - Part of 9
There was a man that lived before the Flood—
He said, ‘Am I my brother's keeper?’ Then
He fled from out God's presence and from men
And the deep earth cried with his brother's blood.
Take heed of him, ye that have bought and sold
And deal in living flesh—lest not in vain
A bitter cry calls down the curse of Cain.
Take heed of him, ye tillers in bright gold.
I say that from these coins go up such cries
Their protestations shall assail the skies.
Where will you hide, you fugitives from God?
… You that are flushed with guilt
Little will it avail that you have built
An opulent city in the Land of Nod.
He said, ‘Am I my brother's keeper?’ Then
He fled from out God's presence and from men
And the deep earth cried with his brother's blood.
Take heed of him, ye that have bought and sold
And deal in living flesh—lest not in vain
A bitter cry calls down the curse of Cain.
Take heed of him, ye tillers in bright gold.
I say that from these coins go up such cries
Their protestations shall assail the skies.
Where will you hide, you fugitives from God?
… You that are flushed with guilt
Little will it avail that you have built
An opulent city in the Land of Nod.
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