What we found
was a heart on the ground
outside the organ store.
Appallingly pink,
but emitting no stink,
it was squishy but firm,
and beating no more.
It didn’t look broken
or aching or frozen.
It didn’t look restless
or cheatin’ or blue.
We poked some inside it,
but couldn’t abide it.
And then we decided
this pure heart was true.
So we left it behind,
hoping someone would find
a replaceable part
for a heartless restart.