Heart

We did not get used to the sound of bullets instead of birdsong at dawn. We did not get used to sobbing instead of laughter at dusk. We did not get used to the empty spread instead of the full spread: - with the play of coriander and radishes beside the scent of eggplant and fresh bread - we did not get used to the broken cup to the vine's blood flowing over this soil. We did not get used to the separation between our hands - to burning in the furnace that burns humans - we did not get used to the bloody paradise of the future. You know the living heart will not get used to dying...