The Crying Ape

There are no tears of things, no tears of beasts,

Excepting ourselves. There's plenty

Of melancholy in the souls of animals,

Perhaps even of trees, but when it comes

To actual water works, lachrimae rerum,

We're the ones. Not only can we cry,

We cry over damn near everything.

When we were handing ourselves out

Adjectives, we ought to have thought

Of our tears, and instead of going

With the chattering ape, the upright ape,

The naked ape, have gone with the crying

Ape. Alright, given that things can stimulate

Our ducts by their pathos and passing away,

Ok, there are tears of things. But sorrow

Which we feign as well as we feel

Comes not from pictured things

But from our picturing things.