Order My Heart To A Firing Squad Poem by Mark Heathcote

Order my heart to a firing squad
My heart won't blink or show fear
You love are my fuselage
No bullet could ever sink, dislodge
Without you, what would be my souvenir?
Love, you are my masterpiece
You are my life's centrepiece.

Reckless heart where shall I begin...
Oh, I've walked more than a mile
What can we learn from sin?
In these tight-fitting shoes
Oh, my poor heart doesn't skip a beat
So tighten up your thumbscrews
Cos my heart doesn't drop or lose one beat.

My love doesn't dip my feet into the concrete
Into concrete shoes in order only to break it
And rebuild a mile-high wall…
I won't leave you, I won't be martyred.
My love for you won't be befallen or be found dead…
Your love, I'll never forget…
Or ever impart any feelings of regret.