Murmur

Tired of all these mainstream, cliche love poems. A heart is an organ to pump blood. How is that romantic?

From the start, the hefty

Vena Cava; superior to the

inferior flow that goes inward,

pumps and lubs and dubs.

lub

dub

lub

dub

reaches maximum velocity

pumping

pumping

lubbing

dubbing

to the aorta

to the body

and back to the start

until it stops

dead in its tracks

and you keel over

and die.

(30 feet is an amazing distance)

After all, it is just a heart.

Author's Note

Shut up.