When I was a child, 3 or 4,
one of my giants came to me
carrying a jagged lid cut
from a last nights can of beans.
"This won't hurt a bit you tiny varmint"
Slicing off a small chuck
from my heart's right side.
When I was a child, five or six-ish,
one of my giants came to me
carrying a greenish glass shard.
"This part is wasted on you."
Besides I need something for lunch,"
and sliced a chunk
from my heart's left side.
When I was a child, ten or so,
one of my giants came to me,
Sawzall in hand, proclaiming:
"You need to toughen up.
This middle section is doing us
no good you cry baby."
Slowly it zigged and zagged
it's blade between my hearts
right and left sides
dismantling the middle wall
between two chambers.
B.F.M.
B.F.M.
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