(a trifle)

If I could find the heart
I’d merge big rubies from its ground,
And nevermore press thin my lips
To concentrate a sound.
If Sorrow could be killed for food
I’d kill him and let flow the blood,
So he translucent might remain,
Drained like a black cloud of its rain
To leave behind white rubies of blue sky:
An animal of glass, whose fattened thigh
Is God removing us from every pain,
Wiping the tears from every eye,
And holding us, an unexpected crutch,
While he does battle with our mind.