IRON HEART

Does the past take root in our souls
or does it lay like a crypt on my chest, 
an unholy memorial, a broken construction? 

Does the past live in our bodies 
or is the past the Reaper 
coming at the harvest?  

And is the past the very blood
Spilling even now, iron formed 
in the hearts of stars 
that have already died and gone dark? 

By Heidi Turner