acrylic (heartless)
the acrylic heart they made
to bury in his hollowed chest
had small motors that sounded
like shaking tiny paint cans
and on the day they removed
his failed and shattered organ
while he lay briefly heartless and dead
attached to a machine pumping blood
if his mind could have reasoned
for those surreal moments between
he may have smiled at the irony
of his being heartless and dead
since this is what people had thought
him to be every single day of his life
but it was the other side of this operation
when the doctors circled around to ask
just days after the insertion and restart
as he rose to walk with a mechanical heart
“Do you still love them, deeply, deeply?”
he paused against the clicking in his chest
and knew he could have told them all along
“They were always in my bones, my bones”
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