so the heart is buried

so the heart is buried
in a place timed by the turning
and soft tissue heaving

vigorously diving
the one retrieves salt and beads
from the brow of the poor

I see lightning
ripping distant hearts
to watery shreds

solemnity is a car
running slowly off track
in its own wake




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-02-19 at 21:01

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ternic2005
I agree with LDF3 there is some very powerful writing on here
2016-02-20



There's some powerful writing on here tonight.
2016-02-19