Open Heart

Another exercise in iambic pentameters: Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

My father used to say that cutting hearts
Was not an intellectual endeavor.
You'd think to hear him it was easy, standing
Wrist deep in another's blood, holding life
In his hands; nowhere near as difficult
As designing engines for his hot rod.
But then cars are just machines, instruments
Of our own making. Little wonder that
The laws of thermodynamics must apply.
With hearts, there's nothing we can do but pray
That if we break them somehow they will heal.

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