Never Transplant A Poet's Heart Poem by Lucius Furius

Never Transplant A Poet's Heart



Never transplant a poet's heart.
It wouldn't start.
Or, if it did, would stop
at some seemingly minor shock.
The vena cava is much too slender,
the endocardium, much too tender.
It takes a life-time to learn to live
with a heart so horribly sensitive.
Graft the skin and kidneys.
Interchange the brains.
But never, never transplant a poet's heart.

Sunday, August 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: heart,poetry
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