Savage, little birth,
what have you done?
You’ve hidden hearts
In everyone.
I sometimes envy my heart,
It owns everything,
with everything in place, it rises,
It summons realms and visions and beings,
Irrespective of nature and sizes.
I foster virtue, I foster vice –
My heart remains untroubled,
Perhaps this fragile heart of mine
Has changed its mind and doubled.
Consider various occasions
To ache and to be crippled,
But Heart is fine when times are feral,
My martyr might have tripled.
I sometimes envy this hallowed heart
Replicating its glorious affairs,
While we are fanciful and safe and folly
The heart concludes… it cares.
I am a man of many hearts –
never idle,
mumbling something holy ________________
©2014 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Nicholas Alan Cope & Dustin Edward Arnold –