Poem: Diamond Crystal Hearts

Nothing but a child,
he hovers over an ant hill-
with a glorious magnifying glass-
using the beam of light
emitting from the scorching star that lights our skies.
He aims dierectly for our hearts
with all his might
to watch the fragile beats
burst with strong, unrequitted pulses

Pulses so definite, rigid.
Our brittle diamond crystals
protected so dearly-
hiding behind unbreakeable cages-
shatters into a million delicate pieces
and falls
down,
down into the embers of an endless fire
of heartbreak
of torture
of pain