Heartstrings Poem by John W. McEwers

Heartstrings

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Pluck
a chord
a cord of ligaments
attach my throat to timber
and let it rot
or burn
is burning
when I call out to you

but you cant hear
with your timber ears
and they rot faster
than I can call
than I can sing
your name

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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