A Heart Killed (I And Foreign to the Machine)
I’ve been wrenched away from Life, body, blood and brain. Where, in what is the release; two drugs: caffeine and ethanol.
A Heart Killed (I And Foreign to the Machine)
There’s a place of sweet surrender
Before falling in to bed
To listen to the therapies
Of soothsayers through My Monitor
Before I plunge into black unconscious
Then wake into a world
I emerge from the submerged state
Into a Heartbeat battle, where words are ceaseless spoken
Talk shows, podcasts, world-fires and missile strikes
War never ending and a war for my soul
I have toiled enough now that My heart is no longer in the race
I do not wish to be master of My universe or Yours
I wish only peace and solitude to spare My mind, My ears, My tongue
But tomorrow dawns and I’m plunged inside again
I awake at dusk and get only a few hours sunlight
It’s growing cold outside My windows
I do not leave My living room
Still more broadcasts from A Bunker-Cave to My Bunker-cave
Something’s been lost, maybe warmth, maybe laughing
Maybe touch…
I wake in this state, I and Foreign to the Machine
I’ve been wrenched away from Life, body, blood and brain.
Where, in what is the release; two drugs: caffeine and ethanol.
Will I own My home next year—will I have notice or take mail.
Can I fill My fridge up again next month
Will My legs give out on the stairs
Can I Be but a burden, a man without a cross.
Where is My cross, what am I to bear
Except a lonely sad existence, cold comfort in a bottle
We are a kingdom divided, shut in cell by cell
Our apartments aren’t homes but a padded jail
We are Prisoners as Individuals and there is no ‘Together’ with which to Rise
So God give Me a Cross that I might Meet You on a Hill…
As it stands I’m none righteous, not loved, a heart killed.