An odd little poem I scribbled on the back of a index card during a church lesson. Very, very rough, and I welcome any and all critique.

Cain's Lament

"Bashful brother
Shameless son
A mark upon your head

Let not a thing
Betwixt man or beast
Ever see you dead

Or they will suffer
Thrice what you suffer"
And this was what the Lord had said

(Never mind that
Winding road
Strung across ages ahead)