Cut Out Its Heart
©9/30/2007, Olan L. Smith
Cut out its heart!
Remove its pulse from the breast!
Then, troubled souls will rest.
People cackle and weep,
While hearing words
Born of bifurcated tongue.
Knowingly,
They observe
With discerning eyes.
A bloody–
Two-sided,
Fleshy–
Pump,
Beating messages
Hypocritical and duplicitous.
(A/N: Cut Out Its Heart is a poem I wrote in the '70's. I think this is the first time I have published online)
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Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith
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