That to This Heart

That shut down cold heart
shuts down the pour of this heart, Poor Heart
Kept open to burn but
to be just burned in return
hang hooks, heft of wrought iron
Rips low the beats to lower-the-casket tempos
of cries and aftershock sighs and sighs and cry again
because foolish motley left open to show fucking care for
To pour warmth of this heart to that cold heart
The endeavor made hush by quiet and vain silence
because self-queen esteem and what you got
is
in truth
No Heart, that heart