Elliot
Canto II
My name is cried
Eyes open wide
New information
Pours inside
Where trees once stood
Stand normal men
And women watching
Doctors tend
A wound that I
Sustained somehow
An open chest
A focused brow
“I’ve got it!”
Says the closest face
Taking a part
I can’t replace
“What was that?” I ask
He shuts the hole
“Unimportant,” he says
“Your heart is whole.”
He smiles and leaves
I feel for a beat
It’s there; it never
meets defeat
But what is missing?
Can I know
Outside the window
All is snow
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