We are all alone on life support

with only the wires of modern life

keeping us company,

the small ticks of reassurance that someone else

is out there thinking of us

as they hope

we are daydreaming about them,

the only time the wires buzz with any sign of

life is when existence is made to pulse

rapidly, when survival is paramount

and when the wires countdown to possible extinction.

 

I switch off my life support during the day

but at night, when the darkness is clearer

I find the small innocent control button has been

toggled to the on position

and I face my enemy as I face myself,

with a love to not see them destroyed,

even as I scrape a sharp edged knife

across the bows of the good ship life and watch the

barnacles come free in my small hands.

 

 

Ian D. Hall 2015