This poem is a bout that dance between empathy and enraging injustices…
Roughly, The Sighs of a Heart
“The human heart is some wear around the size of a fist.”
The other
Day I saw
A gripping tale
Of a man in the street
A singular fist razed
In that open heir happening
You sometimes see
Out and a bout
Shaken
Bye the whirled
That rhythmic fall
And rise
Over
And over agin
As if
The chants of a life
Time
Beyond being herd
Beyond ups and downs
In bodied lyrics
And impassable climax
As earth fucking heaven
And awe coming down
To that storied fist
Roughly
The sighs of a heart
And awe I could
Due
Is re-member
The beginning
Of the end of my arms
Are fists
A different kind
Of beating
That pump action weepin’
Leaving
Spent shells
Littering the streets
And still
Awe I could see
Was an opening
And closing
Opening and closing
Opening and closing
A super natural dance
In the art of life
Sow gripping me
Once agin
