Heartbreaks

“Behold, Ladies and Gentlemen, the heart!” The venerable doctor professor said, holding up The bleeding heart in his hand, fresh, Of the young man, dead, on the table. “Now, I cut it laterally into two, Observe the atrium, ventricles, aorta etc.”

The heart still throbbed, blood dripped, And thought to itself; How little these men know! They see the chambers and think them To be empty. Empty they are now, but he, My dead man would remember The hopes, the dreams, the loves He held in them not so long ago.

‘I am not just a piece of flesh and blood’, Spoke the heart, aloud, ‘Do not think of me as just a functional utility. I am, said great poets and thinkers The seat of love sublime. I break, when life crumbles I beat louder and faster in happiness and anger I ache when you are in pain’.

‘I ache when you are in pain I ache when you are in pain’ Chorused the hearts in unison. As the amazed venerable doctor professor And the aspiring student doctors watched Their hearts broke out through their mouths Spouting blood in showers Spreading across the floor Where it sprouted roses red.