Heartless World

Come, we'll enter my sanitized laboratory.
You see this jar?
 That's a human heart preserved;
No, it beats no more, yet you see it bleed.
Those scars, you say?
Some slashes and nicks left by
sharp edged words and thought.
The deep, dark gorges in between you see?
Nothing much. Marks of arrows that struck
That heart when it beat, strong and vibrant.
No, not shafts from enemy quivers
Acts of friends and lovers, sharper, more deadly.
Do I mourn for that dead heart?
Not at all; I'm glad it's gone,
Space around to breathe  once more
Voices free now, to speak.
You say you'll pay a fortune for it?
Alas! I must refuse that offer
Humbly I'll say "It's not for sale"
I keep it as constant reminder
Of perfidy suffered, of copious tears
When hearts longed and dreamed.
Today the world's wiser by far
And heartless too.