a heart poem/2

a heart is an organ
that plays a canorous
chaotic
cancion, or song
am i wrong

in writing about the organ
that plays our days
in beats on the streets
as our feets
walk and
as our mouths
talk and

some brains attain knowledge
of the holledge polledge
and ledge we
place the brain and heart
on
to dutifully carry on more smart
and sophisticated so yesterday wouldnt berate
us and
our distance, silence, weapons and usage of all
and clamoring for space, over race and
a true place for peace

between, amongst, within and all around the red and green and white and black
organ keys- ah, awaits such keen