CXX: The road away from those whom God had loved

A figure stood before an empty road.

Away, away, his mission was to go.

A cloak besmirched with arrow-holes he towed.

A heart with no more seeds left there to sow.

Toward the good of Nineveh he trod.

No looking back, it was an empty lot.

What Nineveh he’d hoped had been the sod

of that sad city at his back, he thought.

To home, then, where his word would be embraced.

That word that had been given to the pure,

but loved by those his brethren: vile and chaste,

for whom there was no Pharisaean cure.

So Samuel the Lamanite so fled

to plead for those who wished him to be dead.