My black heart sings unbroken (inspired by Blake's "Songs of Experience")

My black heart must be heard,

Calling out like McCartney's blackbird.

Perched high up in a pine

She is a potent sign.

I ask, What is it you bring?

What is that song you sing?

For surely the broken world needs love.

Shouldn't you be a dove?

Oh no, my blackbird trills,

Her song resounding to the hills,

My black is where you must begin,

My keening is your medicine!

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