The love of hearts
It was a day of silenceto the Acacia treedeparture writes downsecret deedin the lonely heart. Memory becamethe guard;for the last hour of dusk. And Love is in the refugee campunder hunger’s surveillance After deathnow I am in the study roomof medical science. Having failed inscientific experimentsthere was the court verdictfor keeping in the hall of eagerness. And I saw in front of my eyesthe laughter of love of heartsand my arms and feet flying awayand turning into birds.
This poem is about:
Me