(ok--he's really 98 lbs. but i was thinking he would have been mad at me if i put that in a poem--we're on a diet lol)
Expanding here upon the magnificence of power nature has over us. That there will always be something or someone that has power over us---of that we have only left, a choice of how to perceive it---and that our inner strength of character and faith, during those moments, is really all we have left in the face of any fear, no matter how overwhelming.
The story of Cain, the first murderer, who killed his brother Abel out of jealosy. This is written as Cain's point of view from his death-bed many hundreds of years later. Enjoy
Poster wanted to work in pfiesteria into the poem.. it is the red tide .. perhaps the red tide spoken of in the Bilbe.. created by the trillions of gallons of pig waste dumped into NC, Virginia, Maryland, Delaware and other rivers from concentrated factory farms where pigs live in agony, before their butchered flush causes heart disease, cancer, food poisoning, arthritis, kidney dysfunction etc