There Is a Heart

This is what I'm learning

This heart hovers suspended

in time and space, unchanging,

Dangling there where mine should be

Beside this infinite, beating, muscle of life

There are sounds of buzzing, unending,

Buzzards as small as bees to destroy

The hive built by this heart for me

To meet and secretly partake 

Away from the charges of the buzzard bees
that have attacked and nearly eaten the brave heart alive.

It remains, struggling to keep beating for us both to survive...

The buzzard bees fly off together into the sunset shaking the 

brave heart's blood off their wings, "Too bad his heart finally died".

Reviews

[Trace]

This poem is very interesting, almost has a beat nick quality to it...... or maybe a great stoned vibe. Very intriguing 🤔

Trace