I tore my heart out of my chest
dug up the Earth left of Street 13
buried it deep under - a time capsule -
perhaps to be found when I am gone
by curious lovers stumbling that way
they marvel at its apparent immortality,
how the Earth healed all wounds and
despite the scars, it beats ba-***.
perhaps it ends up in the Museum
as a relic, a treasure that wasn't valued
when it gave to the world all it could -
in its own time, ignored, swept away -
perhaps blooming, now finally seen.
my heart turns a thousand years of age
and is excavated as fossil by gentle hands,
there is truth to be found in the ruins
bones melt away, cardiac muscle remains.
perhaps God lent it some permanence
that the Fates cannot cut off this thread.
existing will be my heart's rebellion
when all is lost and ice covers the land
it will persist in the dark cold damp
holding a torch for someone long dead
maybe living on to give to a new world.
holding on to the alien idea of forever
forevermore.