Heart, attacked
a great jar of blood heard of the heart
doubtful that when we have one it will be an advantage
it cannot be a friend or take delight
it will not reason but only perform and look like meat
or so I think at a funeral how love lives
in the tongue of a dying shoe
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 13 June 1666.
Dave Bonta
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