Mirror -- Night (poem)
By Luke Labern
These are the pecs; wide spreading fans.
This is my blood, from my heart to my hands.
These are my triceps, three-headed and strong --
These are my bones, some short and some long.
Inside sits my brain, wherein lies my mind.
It can feel, it can plan -- and it can hurt.
Take a look inside, it's so unique. You may just find
A complex network, of neurones -- from where I blurt
The truth: my biceps curl to lift my wrists --
My forearms tense, now I've prepared fists.
These are my eyes; from where I see all:
Civilisation growing, evil breeding -- only to fall
By a select few. Those of us who are aware.
Take a further glance, through celebrity and fame --
The ground you walk on; nature. Just because I care
About extinction, doesn't mean I won't forget to blame
Him. Man. The machine whose lethal force
Is incredible, even if he doesn't know its course.
These are my quadriceps, which walk through strife:
For I am a man, a machine, protector and destroyer of life.
This is my blood, from my heart to my hands.
These are my triceps, three-headed and strong --
These are my bones, some short and some long.
Inside sits my brain, wherein lies my mind.
It can feel, it can plan -- and it can hurt.
Take a look inside, it's so unique. You may just find
A complex network, of neurones -- from where I blurt
The truth: my biceps curl to lift my wrists --
My forearms tense, now I've prepared fists.
These are my eyes; from where I see all:
Civilisation growing, evil breeding -- only to fall
By a select few. Those of us who are aware.
Take a further glance, through celebrity and fame --
The ground you walk on; nature. Just because I care
About extinction, doesn't mean I won't forget to blame
Him. Man. The machine whose lethal force
Is incredible, even if he doesn't know its course.
These are my quadriceps, which walk through strife:
For I am a man, a machine, protector and destroyer of life.
A Poem,
Published 16 February 2012
Published 16 February 2012