All these parts that make

The human heart you’ve been

Learning their geography

And where to go next?

You know the route

He’ll take through skin

And the rough spreading

Of ribs and sternum zeroing in

Where he’ll touch your heart

As no one else has ever done

Save somebody who loves you

As Yahweh did in befriending Adam

Surgically removing and hold

This dear — then whisper:

Little lamb who made thee?