poison the children as they come
numb, sweet voices fill the room and
all that aches us takes the fun
from off the scalped and battered faces
losing the chase to break the fall
oh, so happy, aren't we all and
everything is six shots deep
tomorrow's pain is one night's sleep

poison the children as they go
strychnine strips my weak, old soul
sinking sick lines in the pond
so fond of not growing old

we were once and once again
i'll pretend we left as friends
and nothing burns high as the sun
but i'll test the spoon before it runs
leave to me your angry answers
dancers in their sweet discordant
movements that seemed more important
the skull shoots 'cross these bones like guns

poison the children for their sins
lick the lips of silver winds
and keep the fire fraught with sweet
remembrances of some long, lost kin
meet your taker with a grin
eat the sheets your heart sank in
and rank the pain from one to then
until there's none left for your friends

You still got that fab gift PP...

the title grabs you, the write takes you there

What can I say. You know I am in love with your poems. Hanging out with you isn't too bad either. :)