miércoles, 1 de octubre de 2008

"Heart" de Gregory Orr

Its hinges rustless,
restless; opening
and shutting on trust.

We guard it;
it guides us.
Gods lack it.
Vacant their gaze.

Doctors listen
to its cryptic
From sacred to scared
—a few beats skipped,
a letter slipped.

Cavity and spasm;
a spark can start it;
parting stop it.

Such a radiant husk
to hive our dust!