A short poem.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
This heart
belongs in a zoo
next to hyenas and baboons
next to lizards and bones
it
thumps boorish grunts
beats, cleaved,
in the curling tines of its cage
This heart
pumps
fossils and weeds
dying wheelbarrows
squeezing out rust
this heart
presses
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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