Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!
Pulsing crimson
Stop, no! no stop for this.
For, to stop would be the end.
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!
Fading into the system
Encased in this bony trellis of a prison, this scarlet beating rock
For no escape it has ever known
Stop! NO! It can’t
No freedom ever it will know.
No sights ever it will see
And sounds? Any?
Ah! Only its own.
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!
A ticking time-bomb
Whoresome ruby sap courses over it, under it
Through it
Feeding it, keeping it present
Blissfully unaware, this red being
Effect on its humanity
For who could breathe the golden sun if your throbbing there be no more
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!
- M. Rose
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chinny said...
striking!! a new perspective or should i say an uneasy reminder?
July 16, 2008 at 10:28 PM
kochuthresiamma p .j said...
loved this piece-wonder if anyone has thought of writing about our poor heart.
July 17, 2008 at 6:38 PM