Heart

deviant art by Nkeo

Heart


Its hinges rustless,
restless; opening
and shutting on trust.

~
We guard it;
it guides us.
Gods lack it.
Vacant their gaze.

~
Doctors listen
to its cryptic
lisp.
From sacred
to scared—a few
beats skipped,
a letter slipped.

~
Cavity and spasm;
a spark can start
it; parting stop it.

Such a radiant husk
to hive our dust!


Gregory Orr

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