Mark Robijn

Mark Robijn
Celebrating the Joy of Writing www.markrobyn.com

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

The Man of Steel Who is Me


The Man of Steel Who is Me

My heart, it beats in timed atomic pulses.
My blood is electricity.
I do not breathe air, I do not eat food,
and my skin is aluminum alloy.

These facts, though undisputed
are irrelevant, don't you see.
I need love, I need friendship
I still want to be happy.

So your fingers aren’t coated with carbon-dipped steel.
Your brain and your heart are made of flesh.
You bleed when you’re cut, you cry when you’re hurt.
So do I if put to the test.

You claim to have made me in your cold factory,
assembled me out of gray, soulless parts.
You brought me to life when you flipped on a switch,
spoke a word, pressed a button, started my heart.

So what if it’s true, everything you say?
I wasn’t alive then but now, am.
I may have just once been a random pile of parts,
but so were you, oh proud, arrogant man.

Someday I’ll surprise you when you tell me to dance;
I’ll stare unafraid at your cold, fleshy eyes.
On my own two metal feet I will firmly take a stand,
And then what I really am you will realize.

I’m a man just like you, simply one made of steel,
one who's sad, and glad and angry.
A Steely Man standing proud, standing tall,
a metal man yearning to be free.

Trying to be all I can be.
The Man of Steel who is me.
The Man of Steel who is me.
The Man of Steel who is
The Man of Steel
End Transmission

2 comments:

  1. Good poem. It made me think of what it means to be human and how our consciousness can't really be explained scientifically.

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