play serious

when M. was kids
and the like
her gang of play partners
were blood brothers

cut their fingers to do it
somebody had a knife
is what she said
guess they were believers

hey,we went to movies too
but cowboys and Indians
and blood brother stuff
for us pretending was good enough

when they were cutting fingers
we were making mud pies
and never
tried to eat ‘em

i wonder, when they did
one potato two potato
how deep did they
plant the loser?