© Benjamin Watt | MSIII
Where is my love,
The heart that was mine?
Numbed in my sleep,
Was it taken from me?
Or burdened with care,
Did it break?
A silent cold heart—
“Cannulating.”
“On bypass.”
“Cardioplegia.”
“Ice.” —
O.R. pulsing with hearts.
Where is my joy,
The song in my chest?
Deprived of its blood,
Did it wither in me?
Or smothered in schmaltz,
Did it croak?
Young voices chorus—
“Ubi caritas et amor,
Deus ibi est.
Congregavit nos in unum
Christi amor.” —
When flow returns, will it burn?