It’s a strange thing
when there is no reason
for a heart to be broken,
but it is anyway.
The brain will put on it’s glasses
to closely inspect the relevant elements
and the heart will just lie there,
graying and crying.
A checklist is marked,
no cause can be found.
The brain carefully pours over vitals and measures
the cost of heart’s losses to material treasures-
it seems as if it shouldn’t be so.
Isn’t it funny, the brain doesn’t know?