Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Heart

Like most things, we could have vanished
easily without fanfare, thought or care
Instead it was meant to be that we chose
to deconstruct each chamber, and not carefully
more like ripping a band-aid slowly from a partial
scab, more like dissection of the worst kind -
and yet in the background a hum of machines
whirring out the most beautiful music
reciting such words as 'love' 'respect' 'faith'
a poetry reading to a crowd of followers
that could not bear to hear the empty sound of flat-line.

- Debbie Calverley

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