Heart

Remembering the scam of soul measurement, I wondered: What next?

Heart
           by Odin Roark

Can an enigma be weighed?

Many would hold the heavy heart
Is indeed noticeably of greater weight

And yet…

What can the heart do
When all its wishes is respect
As real
As both tangible
And insoluble?

The heart has few friends
Its bodyguards
Lung left
Lung right
Hold 24/7 vigils
Knowing without aeration
Man’s lifeline is severed

Storms
Good times
Makes no difference
Pumping continues
The gasp of birth
Forever faithful

Still

Comes hurt
Comes denial
Come battles lost
Our hearts panic
Asking lungs
To take the bullet

Like mothers
Fathers
Secret Service
Internal instincts
Obviate thinking
Risk death at any cost

So goes the miraculous nature
Safeguarding the one institutional identity
One can really trust

Life’s experience
Most likely has no measurement
But we know heavy
Don’t we?