The HeartA Poem by Laz K.Inspired by the events portrayed in August Wilson's "Fences," and by the subsequent memories and questions the play prompted.A crimson flower, succulent, carneous* Slumbers
in every man’s bony bosom. An eternal,
deathless treasure that’s Deemed little
more than red meat, or A
clockwork machine in rhythmic spasm. A rose
has thorns to guard its own life, and A heart
can turn to stone to deflect the Sharp
edge of the world that cuts like a knife. Though the
world’s clamor is muffled in the heart’s Lonely
chambers, she breaks at the faintest Sound of
her neighbors as they sigh or scream, Rattle
their chains, choke on tears, or Hopelessly
nurse unbearable aches. On
earth? In the heavens? Oh where
is her home? A heart is Too
soft for the harsh world of man, but Too barren
and hard for the seed of God’s
holy plan. *related to or resembling flesh; in botany (of some fruits, leaves, etc.) thick and pulpy © 2024 Laz K. |
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