Empty Chambers

Your heart has had a quiet night,
Your genuine heart, the muscle,
That’s why you’re here, absorbing us.
You can breathe. Your chest doesn’t hurt.

Does it seem unfair, or unkind,
Maybe, that awareness depends
On a bloody pump, for one thing,
Among a lot of bloody things?

Well, even the self has to eat
Material supplies to stay
Here, absorbing thoughts quietly,
But that would be the better way,

Wouldn’t it? To not have to eat,
To consume nothing to be here?