Poison or Bad Food

Infanticide, derision, and a frown
Are not equivalent. Discriminate,
Between forepaws and hands, dislike and hate,
Between a wicked soldier and a clown,
Between dissent, attack upon the crown,
And fear. Bad food or poison, what you ate
Will certainly affect the tender state
Of your digestion, but what did you down?

Who knows what distance we should put between
Catastrophe and something wonderful,
Between God and the irresponsible,
But I can name mistakes that I have seen.
I thought the sea was turquoise. You said green,
And called me fatuous, a criminal.