This heart – that when it stops, will be
        a hecatomb
Of rhythms fled (a threnody
        that in a room

Of silence can no longer sound) –
        will still tick on
Among these stanzas. Underground,
        since what is gone

Hopes to return, a pulse, once mine,
        will then rehearse,
For you, old passions in these lines
        exhumed as verse.

Jared Carter’s forthcoming book of poems is A Dance in the Street, available in the fall of 2012 from Wind Publications in Kentucky. Wind published his previous collection, Cross this Bridge at a Walk, in 2006. His work has appeared in Poetry, The New Yorker, TriQuarterly, Iowa Review, Hudson Review The Dark Horse, Prairie Schooner, and Kenyon Review. Addi­tional poems and sto­ries may be found on his web site at www.jaredcarter.com.