....beating
Standing in the middle of the park
facing the majestic cathedral
looking haggard
with the mouth half-opened
opened-palmed
carrying a beating heart
dark red blood
streaming through his fingers
ba boom ba boom ba boom
rhytmic, incessant
the sparkling viscous liquid
colors the brick floor
He does not know where this living pump comes from
He does not remember how he got here.
He does not dare gaze at this display
but he feels the weight of this muscle
blanketed by a drape of flaming silk
ba boom ba boom ba boom
his feet stay planted on the ground
but the ventricles continue living
no sound can move up his throat
he is crucified
carrying the engine of a woman murdered by love
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