instructions for demolition of the heart
I celibate myself, and screen myself,
and what I eschew you shall eschew,
for the heart is bone no less than the limbs
and once the ventricles drain of blood
you will descry their hidden architecture—
ossified valves and chambers, arches of a vacant cathedral,
the hollow socket of a horse's skull—
and when the wrecking crew arrives (if it should be
the will of its Inquisitor),
you will verily beg to be quit of the eyesore; you will beg
to swing the very hammer yourself.
