Let it Ring

When the heart

Is cut or cracked or broken,

Do not clutch it:

Let the wound lie open.

Let the wind

From the good old sea blow in

To bathe the wound with salt,

And let it sting.

Let a stray dog lick it,

Let a bird lean in the hole and sing

A simple song like a tiny bell,

And let it ring.

Michael Leunig