What we call a man’s black heart
is an autonomic response:
when he wakes, prepare
his body – quickly, while still
in situ, before he moves
bones sleep-set in
parallel surround the locus
of his throat and eyes atop
the capital of the spinal column. Through
the eyes he is transparent, the night
uncoils from his spine to
lodge itself in his chest
and registers opaque
on our equipment as
insomnia. Autopsies have concluded
that a lifetime of sleeplessness will
deny the heart sufficient time
to regenerate dead tissue. Necrosis sets in,
layers compound, eventually
everything stops
it gets harder
to fall asleep
and all we can think
is of
black.
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