Fränz Müller

Post-Mortem Show

I pluck the fishhooks from my cherry-red heart

High-tension wires held it in from the start

Some bloody surgery that just never took

It’s hard to feel love when your heart’s on a hook.

And so I keep my horrid heart in a jar

I’ve tried to leave it but I never get far

I just sit broken with that heart by my side

Slave to the thing that I cannot abide.