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Heart Song

written by: Godfrey Holy and Tanya Rakh

 

I will shut my eyes
I will find you
here underneath the pain
inside this museum of endless
heartbeats, pulsing blood
walls where we leak
out our hunger, freely
on the pervious skin of
soiled existence

I will find you
buried in these mortal
effigies, gray with
entropy and vine
we crack under this
impossible architecture
hope, the lone graffiti
easily washed

let’s flower scarlet here
we’ll ornament death
bloom decay
a wounded sanctuary, down
lattices of wormwoods
pain is an art—
we are the galleries

at night, we lie awake as cacti
leafless and spineless
admiring our jagged swords
our shallow roots soaked in dying,
like lovers we scavenge for
remnant grief
as we sip tears at sunset,
hum lost tribal songs
at the first sight of dawn

Godfrey Holy

Godfrey Holy

Godfrey Holy is a published author of several anthologies (In the Crosshairs, A promise of Doves among others). He has been a guest author in several other books. He resides close to Boston with his wife and three kids.
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Tanya Rakh

Tanya Rakh

Tanya Rakh was born on the outskirts of time and space in a cardboard box. After extensive planet-hopping, she currently makes her home in Madison, Wisconsin where she writes poetry, surrealist prose, and cross-genre amalgamations and works as a professional manuscript editor. Her poetry has appeared in journals including Danse Macabre, Yes, Poetry, Bywords, and Occasional Brilliance and is featured in The Alien Buddha's Feminist Agenda (Alien Buddha Press 2019). Tanya has just finished her first book, Hydrogen Sofi, which she hopes to publish this year.
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