Ghost of Bleeding Hearts
The heart is the strongest not when you steel it but wear it like armor, even if it only covers your sleeve.
Glory to the ghost of every bleeding heart who challenges power— without an altar of gold to rest upon, a thin blue veil ensuring a monopoly of violence, nor the pressure of the world reserve currency in absence—with only grassroots to their name as their sword and shield for the enforcement of their blood etched rites.
I love these lines "The heart is the strongest not when you steel it but wear it like armor, even if it only covers your sleeve" and wonder why they did not make it into the poem or actually, will they be another poem? The title captured me, bleeding hearts. Powerful!
These opening lines are so striking--wow:
"Glory to the ghost
of every bleeding heart
who challenges power—"