The Pain Of Having One's Heart Broken Poem by Robert Beksinski

In a drought ridden decrepit land

Dying of thirst, a man stuffs his body full of sand

Naked and staring lost into a purifying flame

A woman decides to step forward and cleanse her suffering

Ancient Natives unsheathe a sacrificial blade

One to pierce the rib cage and remove the beating heart

This malicious organ, a handful of fire

Filled with explosives of a devastating magnitude

The hot blade slices it open spewing forth its pestilence

Yet the body remains, only now a sickly image of what it once was

With a empty void as to always remind and torment