Hamartia

The snake asleep lay cold and hard,

Deposit of forgotten age

My path crossed its eroded rest,

determined by sequestered rage

How long it takes to bear without

the pain that wears so deep within

I stood atop the withered bluff

and nudged the heart of willful sin

I cannot curse you, man of dust,

for pain that keeps the truth from view,

for all alone on bitter hills

I have killed Him, too