To the Insurance Executive Who Denied My Heart Procedure
by Joseph Fasano
You may not think it is worth it but at night, in the dark before morning, my son lays his ear on my gnarled heart and tells me it is beautiful music. He doesn’t fathom what you did to me, that you’ve traded our days of playing for a few small pieces of silver. All he thinks is my father’s heart is music. I hear. I hear. I knew. Ruler, the children will outlive you. I wish you a long, long life of silences while dreamers hear the living world is singing. The one you have denied a life is you.
