let wounded heart lie open

 author of this poem:  Michael Leurig

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 strawy dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring