decay of human genealogy

i feel my age most in my teeth;
the slowly sore swelling of time,
the inevitability of tooth decay

i feel your love most through the night.
bright, daydream drenched days,
hours i wish to share, bares no fruit

i feel the fallen world through the floor,
that load i could be forced to hold,
that gravity in gardens east of eden

i feel the mark through descendants of cain:
pain, suffering, and toiling in vain
in some still exist the broken brother,
the fragile farmer,
the hungry hunter,
the empty vessel