bleeding heart’s bled dry
…or nearly so –
such is the nature of its luck
in its cervantean quest
to find something
resembling unconditional love
or at least 1/2-decent shreds
of what now passes for humanity
holding out in dwindling
isolated pockets
against extinction
–in spite of the odds–
in this plastic age becoming
evermore hollow by the day–
still, alive & kicking,
it keeps the beat in hopes
its efforts haven’t been
in vain after all