...sin is a demon lurking at the door;
his urge is toward you, yet you can be his master.
Cercis betrays itself in lurid crimson
Every spring; this Judas tree with dry pod
Rattles out a count of coins and bones. So Cain
Commingled blood with such vegetable greed.
Inventing human sacrifice, his cities
Shone like silver pieces in a beggar’s field.
Clematis crept there too by wicker trellis,
Ligaturing serial envy’s cereal yield,
Entering our hearts along a willful path.
Mastered by green thoughts (which God forsook),
Adam’s sons murdered: these twin sins requiring
That purest flesh entwine the roots of wrath.
Inventing pilgrim roads, humans would take
Sojourn beyond rootless earthly wandering.
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