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What’s Going On?<\/strong><\/p>\n What is this inside me? What keeps that organ going You can’t keep passing out From now on and let us <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Clive Donovan<\/strong> devotes himself full time to poetry and lives in the creative atmosphere of Totnes in Devon. He has had many poems published in a variety of poetry magazines including Agenda, Acumen, Salzburg Review, Ink Sweat and Tears.<\/em> He has yet to publish a first collection.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" What’s Going On? What is this inside me? Who parcels up my heart In scoops and chunks And strains it through my mouth, Lofty as love speech? What keeps that organ going \u2013 Ticking, beating, kicking…Enough! It is drowning in its own red sweat. Who is in charge down there, What’s going on? […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13463","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13463","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13463"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13463\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13892,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13463\/revisions\/13892"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13463"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13463"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13463"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWho parcels up my heart
\nIn scoops and chunks
\nAnd strains it through my mouth,
\nLofty as love speech?<\/p>\n
\n\u2013 Ticking, beating, kicking…Enough!
\nIt is drowning in its own red sweat.
\nWho is in charge down there,
\nWhat’s going on?<\/p>\n
\nMorsels of my heart, it is not
\nAn endless banquet dish like the rump
\nOf some vast mammoth.
\nTeaspoons of it only, please,<\/p>\n
\nPad it out for the customers;
\nThicken it with spice of truth,
\nGrain of caution,
\nSob of salt…<\/p>\n