The Deformed Transformed

Within

The orphan’s heart

On legs of gold, melted,

He runs but falls, his legs molten

And soft.

Listen—

You’ll hear his heart

And, if you try, you can

Feel his pulse which shudders as it

Shatters.

Within

The orphan’s heart

There is alabaster

Upon which is carved a cracked tale,

Unread.

Read it—

You’ll breathe in words

Like they’re dust of lapis

Lazuli so rich in their rhyme

You’ll bleed.