Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Human Heart

by simon andrewes

Whether heavy or light,
of stone or of gold,
our heart, it weighs hardly ten ounces;
stolen, lost,
or given away, or broken -
regardless,
eight pints of blood through our veins it urges,
relentlessly,
three times over, every minute;
kind or cold,
sinking in sorrow, or leaping for joy,
4000 constant beats it gives, each hour -
apart from the one or two it skips
on your account

Added: 29.04.2011

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