But Could I Not

An artist carved immortal face
on my marble heart
where nothing else can take its place
or break it all apart

can eyes still twinkle
faces wrinkle
when all is set in stone

when not one word will come
and life is deaf and dumb
never hear or say or moan
not a whisper cry or groan
"create the dead"
dead to all else
"they're in your head"
ignore those bells

"would you keep a heart from beating
change even part of how you're treating
part of you"

could you say that it's not there
pretend you're unaware
when your heart has loss some mass
the darkest part now glass
it looks better
but how it hurt to get there
is dirt
kicked by my shoe

nothing to you.