He didn‘t want the EKG. He didn’t want

    To know. But the nurse attached

    Its greasy patches to his chest to read.

    From which all things spray violent

    And out， there is a point of singularity.

    In Michelangelo‘s sculpture of the heart，

    For instance， the heart wears the costume

    Of David‘s body. In the eyes of the Judean

    There is no fear of what the heart has made.

    You are going into cardiac arrest， this nurse said.

    That‘s when he saw the thing the other way：

    Something mute sat like a stone

    Inside the clenching and unclenching of his heart.

    He had the stone. Only it would pay attention.