It reaches in with iron claws —
Can’t you feel the chill?
The constricting of their jaws,
And now my heart has had its fill.
The latter’s thick with certainty,
And shrunk like in the Grinch;
Two sizes too small for me,
Though it’s just fine in a pinch.
But I find that there’s a difference
Between a pinch and a need;
For when I need it now, for this,
I find all it does is bleed.