Perhaps If You Love

With a heart made of one fifth vodka:
I solely pity the smallest children

not to say I don’t pity the other children

I do, I do
but it is
the little
ones for
whom I
cry so so
often. and

When my ribcage is made of peppermint sticks:
it is for adults that I do not care

they may
get down
on all fours
like a domesticated
house pet and
bleed

let them drench their clothing in sanguine fluids