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By Ru Freeman

The heart, the surgeon says, does not reveal

the small rifts, the hairline cracks which


split the hairline cracks they conceal cops

and robbers in a stretch of skin flaunting


star-scars with show of blood bone

the ledges of what it holds tight in checkmate


moves: bend this and break

fight first and bleed to earn


needle  finger  wrap  caress  balm

the salvation of sight   Behold what beauty


lasts, what outlasts itself    The curtain

calls the ovation    Seize the beginning


that ends this way: off center stage above

fractured ribs the heart succumbs in silence


All is dark. Listen      a kommos sung solo

It is too late to repair anything.


Source: Poetry (April 2019)

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Ru Freeman
Ru Freeman is a Sri Lankan and American novelist, poet, and critic. Her writing appears internationally in English and in translation. See More By This Poet

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