Today's poem is by Beth Gylys
Soldier Heart
When you lose your heart, its impossible
drum continues filling ventricles,
a hundred thousand times a day,
two thousand gallons of blue type A
siphon in and out of its four-
chambered machine, threading through more
than sixty thousand miles of veins,
from lung to tissue, tongue to brain.
You standdespite that you can't stand
despite that your unwilling hand
touches the casket's closed lidthis fist
bumps, bumps like victory in your chest.
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