Heartbeat to a Metrinom
Held Steady is the beat of a heart
until its maker is propelled into
a fit of five-fingered fury that
thrusts the earth into a bountiful
sunrise.
Yes, it echoes into the night...
The sounds.
The joy of laughter is put on
hold while the nature of panic
and the art of despair
hold hands in a quiet chorus.
It's soft, like the warmth
of ten sweetened spring days.
A haze of dust and blurry fury
enters and the previously
made steady beat is elevated
to a level beyond that exposed
by the republican era in charge
during terrorist attacks.
Hark the bells of change
because as the skin wrinkles to
its own sodden pleasure, the
heart carries its damages within
its hollow chambers.
It exits when it feels that
it has had quite enough and
it would prefer a quiet life
away from the city.
Then it is all gone.
The steady beat perturbed, it saddles
itself to a lone horse, complaining
that it took too long to get
to retirement and it
stops.
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