{random poetry #38}

If you dissect a bird
to diagram the tongue,
you’ll cut the chord
articulating song.

If you flay a beast
to marvel at the mane,
You’ll wreck the rest
From which fur began.

If you assault a fish
To analyze the fin,
Your hands will crush
The generating bone.

If you pluck out my heart
To find what makes it move,
You’ll halt the clock
That syncopates our love.

[ Sylvia Plath in trio of love songs (3) ]