Open-Heart Surgery

Open-heart surgery, heaven, and hell Open-heart surgery, poets and artists, Writers of an ilk confess, bleat like a sacrificed lamb. Cry like a newborn about to be drowned. Open-heart surgery, a shepherd's sky, Here's mud in your eye. Oh, how I love you, darling, my Cherry Pie. Let us drink this vintage till we both die. Open-heart surgery, a broken windowpane How do we mend and sew? A hole in heaven and hell Darn a hole in our soul, brand-new again. Darling, I'll sing you like W.B. Yeats, You know he came from County Sligo a long time ago. Now that it's a tourist destination, The cultural associations we share in our hearts and eyes. It's open-heart surgery, I'm happy to die under your mumbling words of joy. Delirious as a skipping lamb, I'm happy to die here in your arms, darling, your man. A long time living, a long time gone.