Friday, May 6, 2016

Artificial Sweetner

Powered by his artificial heart
Taking small steps with his natural legs
Demanding in not so many words
To be allowed to live as he need be
The artificial heart functioned as the norm
It pumped his blood clearly
It pumped a steady flow
When he announced his fabrication
The people took steps back
They gathered up torches
They gathered up pitchforks
He was burned and he was prodded
Shooed on like cattle
And the people were satisfied
Powered by his artificial heart
He took a moment to gather his thoughts
Demoralized and distraught
He lived amongst the alley trash cans
Sipping out of drainage pipes
The artificial heart was laced with poisons
The artificial heart was laced with bacteria's
And the man slowly died
The people moved in closer
They gathered up his arms
They gathered up his legs
He was carried and he was laid
Like a victim upon the gurney
And the people were satisfied
Powered by his artificial heart
He took a small and labored breaths
His body demanding him to live 
To gather up the strength to soldier on
Then the hushed voices of nurses
The calming pressure of a smooth palm
Placed delicately upon his forehead
They gathered up their bibles
They gathered up their confirmations
He was laid to rest in the solid earth
And the people are satisfied

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