Heart

I found my heart 
in the root cellar 
hiding behind cans of 
pickled beets and tomatoes 
way back tucked away 
in a dank corner 
crying no actually that
had stopped now dry
but I knew it
having seen faint salty
rings all around it
like little chalk outlines 
where bodies lay dying 
one in the same 
I thought then staring 
one in the same