Beckett: Poetry – No. 1453, Crack of My Heart

I heard my heart crack
     as it ripped in two.
It fell with a thwack!
    as a cold breeze blew.

I watched it lifeless
     on the marble floor.
It fell with lightness
     and it beats no more.

On my knees askew,
     I try to piece it together,
scraping up tissue
     in a futile endeavour.

I plead to passersby
     and meet with blank stares.
They leave me to die
     alone in my despair.

Yet when all hope is lost,
     I was brought to You,
Your blood the high cost
     to give me a heart anew.

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