Today’s prompt encourages a title I think, after writing the poem, will be too “on point,” so I will bend the rules a little.
The border, hypothetical as peace
Time unpatrolled and tissue thin, between
Adam awakes in animating breath
And Cain achieves fruition of the soul
Unwinds in webbed and brittling texts. By what
Alert and atavistic will to truth
Blazed we the stammering semantic path
From animus that snakes to animus?