What kind of sound does a heart make When it breaks It is an unstrung harp speaking in cant A screaming astronaut pulled into a black hell The plaintive cry of the unborn child A blade of lightning torn from the heavens Toward an aged Beethoven It bellows where the tree falls And revels among the true assassins Who burn the memory Into forever Armour holds it captive Where it echoes in its self-made prison Wrenching suicide from the soul Asking . . . begging . . . pleading But no one can hear

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