autopsy in the form of an elegy

In the chest
in the heart
was a vessel

was the pulse
was the art
was the love

was the clot
small and slow
and the scar
that could not know

the rest of you
was very nearly perfect.

“Autopsy in the Form of an Elegy” by John Stone, Music from Apartment 8.

 

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