bLeeDiNG hEaRTs

I carry your bones, like stones
In my hearts
The blood pumps around,
chanting
Move again, start

The blood pumps around
them
And through them and in
them
As if, once again, somehow
Life it can bring them

And hearts can be stupid and
senseless and mad
But they remember
beginnings and birthings and
starts

And now, nothing can stop
them from
Pumping out more, all my
Frenzied red hearts bleeding
out on the floor
Miss you 

M P 20/3/21