Faulty Buttoned Heart Valve Poem by John W. McEwers

Faulty Buttoned Heart Valve



She played my veins like a cello
my arteries like a rock violin
and the screech you might've heard
were the angry little words
my soul echoed before doing me in.

I hear, though
that ladies like musicians
especially in America
so go on, little ladies
play all you want
my heart will keep beat
just for you.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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