Tear-Tainted Sail

In the beginning this boat was bare, Greenest with infant's sinless stare; Before soles more selfish than sane Had trodden its dreary derelict main. First to blacken its still-tiptop form Were kith and kin as is sin's norm; For if brother Cain won't Abel kill, Which other bloodier maniac will? Then hopped wild neighbors' feet Onto this boat's floor sterile neat; And like schythes thrust to the hilts, Hurt this bud that yet writhing wilts. Nor were classmates' limbs and toes Any kinder to this vessel's prior woes; Hasty to sprain its ingenuous naiveté, Sterner kilning did than fire dealt clay. There finally was that first-ever flame, Wooled to the wrist like a mild dame; Which vulpine swill in flannels guised Took I, and at last this boat capsized!