There is a heart in man
That pumps life through his veins
And another that can be removed
While the circulation remains
Life without life, living not alive

It has taken forty-three years
For the operation to be done
A snip and a tug every moment
Along the way that led to today
So slow it remained unknown

Love, not blood was spilled
In drops masked by lust’s delusion
Not of flesh but of perception
Expectation free from understanding
Fantasy just as real as reality

No bird cage left open
No flown fowl to return
Only the past being replayed
On a screen in an uncertain room
While my curtain waits to be closed

© 2017, Tim D. Coulter Sr.