GOOD OLD HEART
First Bit

Locked up locked down
the heart has ways
to keep you safe at night.
Puffed-up old fist
squeezes out the bad blood
coursing through your head
the firewall keeps out virus
stops you going viral too,
beats like mad when you do
what you shouldn’t.

Break out, break off,
it will break if you let it.
You go down, go round
get lost, lose control, stretched out
on a gurney, wheeled to a room.

Bend down nurses, look over me,
I’ll gaze up at you,
forget I’ve come to thee
to die amid your silky crevices,
ski down the slopes till death
do me part.

Second Bit

My heart attacks me without my moving,
Fingers clutch, no clues for the falling man
No bumping, thumping, punches my recall
of all that went before, the cheats, the lies,

and fond goodbyes made to burn, the thieving
and grieving, the laughs when their backs were turned.
You can fool the head, and the body too,
but you can never hoodwink your heart.

Honesty and kindness are what it craves,
all it takes to get you round the uplands
downlands of the journey you wander through.

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