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
Good poem. It made me think of what it means to be human and how our consciousness can't really be explained scientifically.
ReplyDeleteThanks Donovan. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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