What tattered heart
But mine
Would be stuck merely by tape
Black tape
So it sticks together
And not fall apart
Into a hundred million pieces
Each piece a testimony
To the hundred million hardships
I faced

What tattered heart
But mine
Would be strewn together
Merely with thread
And passing needle
So its shredded parts
Would hold one more time
Beat, one more time
Perhaps
Feel loved, loathed and broken
Again
Before it stops altogether

What tattered heart
But mine
Would merely a handful
Of globs of glue
Hold in place
Sticky gooey stuff postponing it
From falling apart
This meaty conglomeration
Is but grisly work
And nobody
Absolutely nobody
Would want that much blood in their hands