Unhinged

Heart
Gregory Orr

Its hinges rustless,
restless; opening
and shutting on trust.

~

We guard it;
it guides us.
Gods lack it.
Vacant their gaze.

~

Doctors listen
to its cryptic
lisp.
From sacred
to scared — a few
beats skipped,
a letter slipped.

~

Cavity and spasm;
a spark can start
it; parting stop it.

Such a radiant husk
to hive our dust!