| Death of a Heart Your eyes reach me, Touch me, like that And I'm thrown, Thrown to the ground, Where wolves tear at My flesh, and I Wait patiently to die At the hands of ugly Carnivores, and Scavengers swoop Down to eat my now Carrion flesh. Slowly, slowly the Maggots eat away My last bits of Bone, and your work Is now obvious in its Product. You Ripped my heart from Its rightful place, and As it died, love, So did I. love poems anonymous |