Ghost Heart
The heart of a pig rinsed blank white
infused with human stem cells
to insure acceptance by the body-
the hybridized organ assimilates.
Do the happy rooting mud memories,
the grunts and squealing rolls
get deleted or transferred
to the new owner’s muscles?
Imagine all that rebranding
only to fight the urge to bask
with your belly to the sun in a puddle
for even more years.
10 thoughts on "Ghost Heart"
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The age old question – are we truly the sum of our parts- and the character of those who donated those parts? Very nice how you brought back those mud memories.
Thank you!
I was gripped immediately by the image of “The heart of a pig rinsed blank white,” Shew! But then I’m left thinking about the “rebranding” of these “new owner’s muscles” for sure
It’s an experimental procedure I just read about yesterday. Wild times.
Very thought provoking poem!
Thanks, Linda!
Love the ending lines — sounds kinda wonderful.
My summer plans!
Austen, this poem is so strangely compelling. Such a wild, thoughtful exploration of what stays with us. Really enjoyed this one.
Thank you for reading!