Into soft and soft primordial smoke
goes the quivering heart. It beats
and beats again until it follows a rabbit foot tempo,
an angry car growling tempo,
the thumping of the angry drum tempo.
Salt licks stamping smokey streaked cheeks
Sandpaper tears throb against the eddies in the old old air
and the heart falls into a dinosaur's footprint.
It pumps out to the edges of the ghost of the skeleton of a long-ago life.
Soft soft primordial smoke stirring
with the thump thump thump
of the beat beat beat.
You will never get it back.
