This heart

A short poem.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

This heart
belongs in a zoo
next to hyenas and baboons
next to lizards and bones
thumps boorish grunts
beats, cleaved,
in the curling tines of its cage

This heart
fossils and weeds
dying wheelbarrows
squeezing out rust

this heart
black coffee
shatters windows
splinters doors

this heart
pulls from barbs
lights Molotov’s
rolls in whiskey and glass

this heart
hisses and smokes

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