• Cupid tried aiming another rusty shot.
    Once pointy tips were dull; bow cracked.
    Grace of heaven’s immunity faltered,
    along with the fat baby’s cries.
    Pivotal force turned other arrows a miss
    because of arthritis wrists- smack!*
    Hour upon arrival in purgatory,
    the prioritized angel of love’s heart drained empty of sweetness
    and dented, like an eaten, discarded chocolate box.
    His smelly single adult dipper’s in a bunch.
    Feathery wings wilted, crumbled to dusty chalk of heart candy.
    Hallmark and Walmart may deal with people’s transactions:
    friends and foes, lovers or lust, smooth weathered to wrinkles.
    Child’s mouth to bust and kindled flame; transparent all the same.
    Cupid’s position was spoiled rotten.
    His legendary work was undone.