The Heart Again There’s the heart of course, and the tongue, and the way the shoulder still hurts despite being ignored out of existence. There's a calf, twitching. There's a muscle beneath the knee There's the ones that join the eye that sees unsaid things. There's the heart again. There's the heart again. What does it remember? The arm remembers. The neck remembers. There's a hand cramp that says that the hand is working, The sharp drive onto the elbow reminding of the pain that is living. There’s the heart again. There’s tongue--moving again avoiding the eye avoiding the tongue avoiding what it couldshouldmight but doesn’t say. There's the heart again.