Tuesday 25 October 2022

Repair Me

by Nick Gisburne

Repair me. Build me better than before.
Be merciless. Let meat and metal mesh.
When every piece is perfect, give me more,
Upgraded, from the marrow to the flesh.
Explain away the madness if you dare,
But nothing can persuade me to relent.
The travesty, the shell at which I stare?
Destroy it, with my blessing, my consent.
When nothing of its mockery remains,
No longer weak, the witherling you see;
When fabricated fluids fill my veins,
My soul, at last, will finally be free.
    No matter what the consequence or cost,
    Repair me. Save me. Help me. I am lost.