POEM: "Colored Heart"

 


Wish I could tell how it looks.
The heart that stare as we dine and wine.
Even while we communion with the High Being.
Wish I could tell how it looks.
Black and white hearts.


Alas! Colored hearts.
Blood tasty, so it feed.
Pumping hate-love and greed.
Its state unknown.
So profound; the obvious unknown.
Wish I could tell what it conceive before I receive.
It spews sweet venom
and poisoned sugar
leaving me in a phantom.


Wish I could tell Hearts that stare as we dine and wine.
Indeed, colored hearts.
Hearts that stare as we dine and wine.
Even while we communion with the High Being.


POET: Crabbe Nathaniel.