O mighty, tiny heart, One thousand blessed beats a minute, beating time, beating gravity, beating death O mortal metronome ticking seconds into that certain future Little wonder Aztec gods bow, and Nazca lines testify to your glorious, thirsting, bursting hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm of life
now still
An opening closed you could not see. Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm
O purple thud O feathery fall from grace cradling leaf and Gulliverβs hand, hourglass of heartbeats run out, lived and gone as never was Are we responsible for the things that die because of things they cannot see things we cannot see things we cannot
(The Nazca Lines are a series of large ancient geoglyphs stretching for miles in the Nazca Desert, in southern Peru. One portrays a hummingbird.)