Foul Heart

by Dr. Agonson

Foul heart that beats in me
bursting under my breast.
Traitor, deceiver, and wicked,
seeking only food,
longing for dry wells.
Be naught or be true.
Torment no longer
except, say that I sin.
But why, when my mind
is keen and sharp
do you whisper then nag
“Follow me, follow me,”
it has become a shout!
Die flesh, die
and be reborn.
We’ll die again tomorrow