History and The Heart

History peered back along his
Train tracks of volumes
And beheld the wonder and chaos.
He looked very closely at Hitler,
Mussolini,
Marx,
Frost,
Christ,
And all figures.
He watched the walls go up and blow apart.
And he gazed into the present.
And saw the Hitlers and the Stalins and Mussolinis that roamed.
And wept a bitter tear.

The Heart peered back on
All of its doings.
All the blood and flesh and souls.
Given and conquered and sold.
He looked intently at Paris,
The Hanging Gardens,
The love of God for man,
And looked into the present.
And saw every Paris that roamed,
Every Garden, withered,
Every God, destroyed.
And every love, lost.
And wept a bitter tear.

And then History looked upon the Heart,
With bloodshot eyes;
And the Heart looked at History
Pumping water through the veins.
And said History to the Heart,
"Lest we repeat ourselves."