Explosion for a Heart

Slowly splitting open a moldy peach

While planting explosive charges
Inside open heart surgery patients
I think about the black mushroom garden
Just at the foot of the spiral staircase
Where I left my finest red fedora
Next to a half eaten box of raisons.

The churning worms near my stomach cancer
Split in two and become beautiful trains
Hanging upside down from ice covered tracks,
Not unlike coal belching ballerinas
Pretending to be shivering black bats.
I touch my belly. The sensation stops.

I put plastique in the left ventricle.
It looks exactly like cholesterol.
I put plastique in the right ventricle
And then I nearly fill the aorta.
I zip the heart up and slip out the door.
Tomorrow, an explosion for a heart